Thunder exploded, and stone shot screamed in. Small stones flew straight ahead, smashing through the planks and wooden shields blocking them and spraying great clouds of splinters—that was the small-caliber Sun God Eagle Cannon. Larger stones roared up into the sky, tracing high arcs before crashing down with a boom, smashing hard into the wooden walls of the Adobe Stockade—that was the irresistible Thunder God Mortar!
"Boom! Boom! Crack, crack."
The heavy impacts of the boulders made the entire wooden wall shake violently. Wherever the large stones landed, every obstruction was shattered with ease. Bodies were torn apart, chunks of wood flew, and the sturdy wooden wall was like a clay figurine in the hands of a god—one light slap, and whole sections broke away, bursting open with deep cracks.
"Gods! Feathered Serpent!"
On the Adobe Stockade, Great Chief Kuashe let out a terrified cry, and then everything before his eyes went black. A violent tremor struck in an instant, knocking him to the ground, and his whole body suddenly flared with pain. In that moment, he was like an ant on a clay figurine; brushed lightly by a god's great hand, he tumbled into the cracks of the clay, utterly unable to control himself. And in the next moment, an ill-omened fate arrived with it—death, deep and immediate, was right before him. Yet before his eyes, all remained pitch-black.
"Ah! My eyes! My eyes! Ancestors... save me!"
Great Chief Kuashe lay collapsed atop the wall, screaming miserably, his voice filled with unbelievable terror. Fine wooden blades had shot into both his eyes. Unbearable pain surged from them, and two streams of bloody tears flowed out, sliding down his wound-covered face. The wooden planks blocking in front of him had already been blasted to fragments under the bombardment of several