"All the catapults, men! I want five rounds! Five rounds! Make it precise!"
The commanding knights screamed as hastily as they could. If it was up to them, they would've never gone with this decision. Every stone they launched took time to be carved into the right shape. It was rather wasteful to use them on regular orcs, but an order was still an order.
The catapult team became quite busy. Needless to say, the first round was always the quickest because all the ammunition was already loaded beforehand. All it took was a little aim for the shots to be fired.
Soon, multiple voices could be heard from the sky. The regular orcs didn't know what they were. Their job was to carry rocks to the battleground, not to understand how catapults were supposed to sound. The black-hooded priests were different, though. They wanted to flee the battleground as soon as they realized what was being thrown at them, but the orders they received were absolute.
