Finishing The Job - Part 4

"Ready?" Northman rejoined them. They acknowledged him with the slightest indications of their heads. Their eyes were shining with anticipation. "So it would seem…" Northman noted as he stole a glance at Oliver. "Cormrant is doing the final checks, I expect him to give the order any minute now. Slow at first, boys, until we hit the arrow range."

Oliver ducked back to join them. Just because he was going to be the one attacking the walls didn't mean that he couldn't help push the vehicle in place. Though, if he'd insisted on it, no one would have complained. The hardest task by far was left to him.

"Forward," Cormrant said, loud enough for them to hear, but not loud enough to invoke any sort of excitement. It wasn't the true charge, after all. This was a mere attempt at repositioning. No excitement was to be had at simply repositioning.