Rocks were placed until the basket was full, and Jigano waited for Deimos to check the trajectory and distance of his wonderful weapon, trusting to the general's experience and aim. He did not precisely vibrate with eagerness, but he was quick to step to whatever task the catapult's proud parent indicated to prepare it for its coming fusillade of fury. "Thank you," he murmured as the final check was made, each rock lovingly tumbled into place in the basket. He reached for the lever, savoring the moment as he stared down the ranks of recently-repaired soldiers, and for a moment his grin turned downright gleeful before he pulled the release and let fly the rocks of war.
With all the hard work already done - the placement, the angle, the measured span of open ground betwixt the engine of destruction and its hapless victims - Jigano could hardly miss. The missiles rained down upon the strawmen in a glorious rain of wreckage that knocked the ranks askew and asunder as they came apart at their newly-restitched seams. Jigano let out an indecorous Whoop! of triumph, turning to grin at Deimos in unabashed delight. "Damn, that feels good," he crowed, previous tribulations forgotten in the rush of the moment.
With all the hard work already done - the placement, the angle, the measured span of open ground betwixt the engine of destruction and its hapless victims - Jigano could hardly miss. The missiles rained down upon the strawmen in a glorious rain of wreckage that knocked the ranks askew and asunder as they came apart at their newly-restitched seams. Jigano let out an indecorous Whoop! of triumph, turning to grin at Deimos in unabashed delight. "Damn, that feels good," he crowed, previous tribulations forgotten in the rush of the moment.
