"We musn't waste time!" you exclaim, and your men hear. "Have the men fire upon those giants, now! They must be felled!" you order, and your men follow.

Upon the forest grove, the Bluefeather Musketeers burst into action! Long waiting for a taste of combat, they take their orders with delight. Forming up at the edge of the forest, just close enough for their first line to point their arms out in the land beyond unblocked by the treeline, they set their heavy firelocks upon their rests and aim! They aim for the giants beyond the river, standing proudly beyond a small hill as they let out another hail of burning arrows to the south.

They fire!

...To little effect. Across the battlefield, but a few giants of the formation seem to fall, toppled by the gunfire hail. For the men who had fired so, this is a great feat, but to you? It is little. You can only hope the Saker shall have more effect, for you doubt there are others yet able to outrange those gruesome longbows of the Himmerians. Clenching your hand within the metal gauntlet of yor armor, you watch as another burst of smoke emerges from the forest, accompanied by thunder!

And it misses! It hits the hill!

"Damnation!" you curse. No...perhaps that was to be expected. Close to that elevation as they are, the terrain has all but become a barricade against you! From the angle from which your saker fires, the shots are all too likely to hit the hill. The artillery masters could yet hit - curve their shots, perhaps, as in an arc. Yet shall they do so before they are felled by the fearsome arrows of the enemy?