Battlements

my liege, the visigoth hordes surround us.
call out the archers. man the parapets.
we did that, my lord. but they are too many.
nonsense. use that boiling oil thingy. pour it on them.
yes, lord, we are. but they still surge the walls.
well then, call in an air strike.
a what?
nuke the bastards.
nuke them, my lord?
never mind. I got that out of a book I found on the internet.
the. . . what?
forget it. it's nothing we need worry about for another 1000 years or so.