Kael's contribution rose rapidly. Every goblin killed by his ballistae added to his total, while every creature he burned, struck, or threw from the wall increased it further.
That was good. He needed currency.
The moment he thought it, one of the Leonard's ballistae began changing. Light spread across its frame as the cheap structure reinforced itself, gaining a stronger base and an additional drawing mechanism. Its firing arm rose slightly, and an ammunition feeder unfolded behind it.
The Leonard had upgraded it.
Kael looked toward him just as the Leonard pulled his axe free from a goblin's chest and glanced back. He snorted, making it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing.
Even while fighting, he continued using the turrets placed in front of Kael's defenses to gather contribution. Every upgrade made them taller, more durable, and more effective at obstructing the ordinary ballistae behind them.
"Son of a bitch," Kael cursed.
