Additionally, three heavy cannons were positioned here.
The gunners were busily engaged beside the cannons.
However, apart from the gunners, there was a person wearing a mask by the cannons.
Once a cannon had been loaded, the masked person walked over to it; no linstock or red-hot poker was in sight. The person simply held a hand above the cannon.
The next second, with a roar, the cannonball hurtled forth.
The gunners repositioned the cannon, quickly began to clean the bore, and reloaded.
"With just the two of us against over a dozen gunners, it simply won't do," Bard whispered to Winters. "Wait for the others to get here."
Winters, with a grave expression, drew out a steel spike to clutch in his palm. He said to Bard with difficulty, "It's not the dozen or so gunners I'm worried about... we might have encountered..."
