"Are you absolutely sure this, Bjorn?" Hakon asked, "That bronze whore is far too heavy. They cannot possibly shoot a solid granite boulder from two miles away."
"They aren't trying to shoot it at us," Bjorn said quietly, lowering the spyglass. "Truthfully, they are doing what we just did, but in another way."
Gurvand frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Think about it," Bjorn muttered, "We reduced the weight of our shells and used maximum powder to shoot a flat, fast trajectory. But they have a solid piece of a mountain. They cannot shoot it flat... the heavy weight would just drag it straight into the mud halfway here. So, they are raising the angle."
"...they are going to use the maximum amount of black powder that bronze barrel can take without melting. They will blast that granite boulder incredibly high into the clouds. And then... they are just going to let gravity do the rest. The rock won't hit the front of our walls... it will drop straight down onto the top of our heads."
