An explosion is heard from far away, the smoke columns rise high up and the beasts cower in their place or flee. In the distant battlements men scream in pain, the siege-breaker towers above the corpses, without a face, without a thought, it's only purpose dictated by the commandments of the Lords of Nim. His arm raises once more and another blast breaks the nightmare that is war. Instinct: To obey the Masters

• Aim and blast