Hah! Direct me, then, to one who may challenge the King of Heroes!
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIRuskalt would love to respond to Gene and/or Gilgamesh, but the face stab from Cloud dissuades him. He writhes around in pain, straining at the thing pinning him to the ground. His squirming knocks down a building right next to him, burying his right leg in rubble.
Turin has found a bro in Sol. The guards rally behind the two of them, and start to slowly drive the Fey back. Their numbers are starting to really dwindle, though. They won't be able to hold for too much longer.
That one dexterous Fey is blown apart. Serves him for trying to be clever.
-Turambar sees this and a frown briefly crosses his face-
-He reaches into his cloak, and pulls out a horn, which he winds-
-It is loud and piercing-
To me! Come! Our hope lies in our fighting as one! Where the Fey could fight one sword, let them throw themselves on two! Form up and let no Fey isolate your fellow man!
-He sees Fen flying above and Gilgamesh approaching-
Fen! Gilgamesh! My allies! You are skilled in battle! Be as the hammer that drives against our anvil!
Ruskalt's not going anywhere now that he's kind of being skewered.
There's no real leader to be seen. The Fey aren't following a strategy of any sort; they're just fighting as hard as they can. They're good, but they're not geniuses. The combined efforts of the guard and the people are pushing things close to a stalemate. Eventually, they decide to cut their losses, grabbing Turin and pulling him towards the sea.
There's something odd going on by the cracks in the sky. A purple-black cloud of something is pouring out of them. It just hangs there for now.

-Crouches, then lunges for Ruskalt's face-