Warm them up in the fort by fire arrows and run in, hit something, run out, rince and repeat until we; Heavy plated, heavy weapons barge in through the gate and just takes over the fort when the skirmisher's completely made them lose their will to fight 

If it's not a single slice across the neck, you can make damn sure they'll wish it was when their body is sprawled out in six different pieces from the relentless onslaught of blades, sprang from the shadows when we're provoked.