Life at the crossroads between tyrants is like a balancing act on the edge of an abyss. People feel safer inside the thick walls, even if building them means first demolishing houses, monasteries, churches, everything usable. And when the Uskoks, the warriors as fearless and vicious as their enemies, guard the walls of that city, battles are easily transferred to someone else's country and some other towns.
The enemies quickly learned to “beware of the hand of Senj.“ But they learned how to defeat the Uskoks, too. Only their fort remained to provide home for different armies, none so fearless, so vicious, or so renowned as Uskoks were.