Kingdom of Ash

right into the nest of the explosive powders
they’d again taken from the precious reserves
of Rolfe’s firelances.
The boulders blasted apart in balls of flame
and stone.
Along the city walls, soldiers cheered at
the carnage that the smoking ruins revealed.
Nothing but melted, squashed, or shattered
Valg grunts. Every place the six catapults had
fired upon now had a ring of charred ground
around it.
“Reposition!” Aedion roared. The Bane
were already heaving against the wheels that
would rotate the catapults on their wooden
stands. Within seconds, they had aimed at
another spot; within seconds, the Fae royals
were lifting more oiled boulders from the
stockpile Darrow had acquired over weeks and
weeks.
He didn’t give Morath a chance to recover.