Enemy Plans - Part 2

"Err… Vol," Harland stopped him just before he could descend down the stairs. "This… might have been what you were waiting for?"

Vol frowned. He had nothing but Harland's expression to go on, and by the look on the man's face, it was as if he'd seen hell itself open up, and all the mightiest demons crawl out of it. He strode to the side of the wall in three long strides and grasped the solid brick to look down upon his enemy.

Just like Harland, he recoiled at the sight of it. Against the backdrop of tents, those machines of war were made to look gargantuan. They must have been twenty feet tall, or likely even more. They were pulled by whole teams of oxen, ten per one of the two machines, but even those creatures all working together struggled.