"Oi... Shitty Bard! Put the powder charge in first! Then use the plunger." Rat-Nix shook his furry head while trying to be civil. Apparently, following simple directions wasn't a prerequisite for being King. "Powder charge, plunge, payload, plunge." Nix stood comfortably on the long barrel of the cannon he'd picked out. It was roughly two meters in length, but it could be moved easily thanks to being mounted on wheels. Despite the small stature of Duran, he was exceedingly strong.
Duran finished plunging the payload and stepped back; the tune he played that showed his human form needed to be played every few minutes, or he would revert back to skelly shape. "We still going through the bath?"
"Yep. That's the plan." Nix hopped down from the cannon and went back to wiring explosives. "Make sure you lock the wheels, or we'll be wearing our cannon for a hat."
"Got it... Now what?"
