Words of the Constant
Winona's Catapult
It's on fire!
Science couldn't save it.
She's made a sort of automatic defense system.
It needs some electricity.
She's made a sort of automatic defense system.
Ah!! That's how forest fires start!
There go our defenses...
To defend our camp!
It doesn't look like it's working.
To defend our camp!
That doesn't bode well for us.
I wonder how quickly she can build a new one...
She's put a modern spin on a medieval concept.
Maybe it needs winding?
She's put a modern spin on a medieval concept.
It, oh, it appears to be on fire.
Crisp, non?
I feel so safe now.
It's not on.
I feel so safe now.
Tis engulfed in flame!
'Twas devoured by Hel's fire!
Reinforcements hath arrived! To battle!
It has no fighting spirit.
Reinforcements hath arrived! To battle!
I'm going to pretend I don't see it.
Oh. What a pity.
I could have thought of that.
It's useless out here without power.
I could have thought of that.
Oh, oh!
Oh no! It got burnt!
We feel safer already!
How come it's not on?
We feel safer already!
Oh no...
It all crumbles to ash, in the end.
It visits death upon intruders.
It's dead...
It visits death upon intruders.
Oh dear, who did this?
I do hope she'll build another.
That Winona is quite resourceful.
It requires a power source.
That Winona is quite resourceful.
Hehehe!
Well, that was mildly entertaining.
It flings big stinkin' rocks.
Is this thing on?
It flings big stinkin' rocks.