The sky was bright, the earth golden. The air was filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder, mingled with the shouts of the Mexica warriors.
"Fireballs, ready!"
"Yes! Divine protection!"
"Release!"
"Buzz!... Boom!"
More than a dozen burning fireballs shot up from the small catapults with a "buzz," like shining meteors! They streaked over a hundred paces, exploding with several loud booms on the six-to-seven-meter-high wall of the South City. Soon, more blazing fires ignited along the brick wall, filling the area with thick, nauseating smoke, blackening the green stone wall!
A burning fireball landed accurately atop the wall, bringing deadly flames! Several Tlaxcala warriors let out shrill screams, turning into burning human fireballs that fell from the high walls.
"Ah!... Boom!"
"Fireballs, ready!"
A Mexica captain, unsmiling, coldly issued the order loudly.
"Yes! Divine protection!"
