"Enough!" cried Soren, when he'd judged the angle to be correct. It was difficult to aim with a moving target, but at least now he should be able to fine-tune his aim using the ballista's swivel.

He darted around behind the contraption, using his gloved hands to grasp the still red-hot triggering mechanism and aim the giant steel bolt. Soren gritted his teeth, biting back a scream as his fingers touched the metal, even through the thick leather. He purposefully did not think about what it might be doing to his hands... and what that rather unpleasant, familiar smell that rose up from the trigger was.

He released the mechanism, and hoped his aim was true.