Rogal knew she couldn't figure it out, and when he had a chance, he dove into cover and grabbed the gun. Taking the ramming rod, he shoved it down the barrel, then stood, dodging out of the cover. He aimed and pulled the trigger, and a man nearly thirty yards from him froze, a hole in his forehead, and collapsed on the spot. Rogal came back, reloading in her sight so she could see exactly how it was done, and he gave it back to her, "It kicks back hard, make sure you're ready. Don't fire til you know you'll hit, use the sight on the end of the barrel to aim. Careful love." He bolted out once more.
It wasn't long before Rogal got them moving again. They were headed for the main square where the city guardsmen were fighting and trying to keep the majority of the enemy back. Some of Iresea's men, the ones who'd wanted to help Hannibal, were fighting at the sides of the guardsmen. But then a huge cannon was rolled out, and the men scattered like mice when it fired, killing five on impact, then the ball exploded into shrapnel and killed or wounded twenty more, enemy and friend. And then, Iresea appeared, roaring at his men: "NO! STOP THIS!" He leapt on the cannon, killing its gunners, but then he was shot in the stomach and thrown aside. He kept trying to fight, but it became painfully clear that his men were not fighting by his orders.