"Buzz... Bang! Bang!"
Rows of catapults outside the eastern and northern walls trembled, emitting a thunderous roar, hurling burning fireballs! Over twenty fireballs, like whistling meteors, flew a distance of two hundred steps and crashed fiercely within the western walls of Feathered Serpent City. As the fireballs landed, burning charcoal and sulfur scattered instantly, large flames rose, releasing billowing thick smoke.
Thousands of Tlaxcalan warriors shouted fiercely, holding their positions atop the walls, suffering through the drifting smoke. Thousands of city-state militia ran around busily, using baskets of dirt to extinguish the fireballs and put out the raging flames. The acrid toxic smoke came rushing towards them, carrying the terrifying scent of a volcano. Many were smoked black, their hair singed and disheveled, coughing uncontrollably as if trying to spit out their lungs.
