While Tal had been admiring the shot the other soldiers had, indeed, been lining up but at least he wasn't the last. The fact that Deimos had used his longer legs to beat the courier to his place in the queue brought a wrinkled nose of dismay to his face but Tal only huffed and held in his grumbles. They were mostly just for show anyways; it wasn't like he could really begrudge the General the chance to play with his own toys of mass destruction and he shifted impatiently from foot to foot as he waited for their turns.
Those who had gone before helped to load the ammunition and took different positions in the manning and resetting of the weapons so that as more people moved through the line the more smoothly things went. Soon enough Deimos was reaching for the lever and Tal half-closed his eyes, throwing his consciousness up to see through Boreal's gaze for a moment, watching the rocks crash into their target from a better vantage than his own shorter stature provided.
And then it was his turn. Finally! Tal grinned and flung himself forward to man the next readied catapult. His fingers flexed with eagerness but he kept his hands off the lever as his spotter called out the distance and direction of the next target. With the help of another soldier he shifted the weapon onto the heading and cranked the winch to tauten the springs an extra turn to accommodate for the wind. Then the courier drew a deep breath and pulled hard on the trigger, letting out an enthusiastic whoop! as the construct beside him released and jumped with the sudden easing of tension and propelling of stones towards a wooden Sunjata with snaggleteeth and crossed eyes.
The aim was a little low; 'Sunjata' took most of the damage from the waist down but a hit was a hit and Boreal blew a plume of celebratory fire as Tal pumped his fist in the air and turned back to Deimos with a fierce grin. "We should build more of these!" he suggested enthusiastically.
Those who had gone before helped to load the ammunition and took different positions in the manning and resetting of the weapons so that as more people moved through the line the more smoothly things went. Soon enough Deimos was reaching for the lever and Tal half-closed his eyes, throwing his consciousness up to see through Boreal's gaze for a moment, watching the rocks crash into their target from a better vantage than his own shorter stature provided.
And then it was his turn. Finally! Tal grinned and flung himself forward to man the next readied catapult. His fingers flexed with eagerness but he kept his hands off the lever as his spotter called out the distance and direction of the next target. With the help of another soldier he shifted the weapon onto the heading and cranked the winch to tauten the springs an extra turn to accommodate for the wind. Then the courier drew a deep breath and pulled hard on the trigger, letting out an enthusiastic whoop! as the construct beside him released and jumped with the sudden easing of tension and propelling of stones towards a wooden Sunjata with snaggleteeth and crossed eyes.
The aim was a little low; 'Sunjata' took most of the damage from the waist down but a hit was a hit and Boreal blew a plume of celebratory fire as Tal pumped his fist in the air and turned back to Deimos with a fierce grin. "We should build more of these!" he suggested enthusiastically.
