Down they dropped.
Forth from the great spindle shot a gigantic arm, hammer tipped with cubes.

It struck the wall close to where the scarlet armored Kulun had vanished.
Under its blow the stones crumbled.

With the fragments fell the soldiers; were buried beneath them.
A hundred feet in width a breach gaped in the battlements.

Out shot the arm again; hooked its hammer tip over the parapet, tore away a stretch of the breastwork as though it had been cardboard.

Beside the breach an expanse of the broad flat top lay open like a wide platform.
The arm withdrew, and out from the whole length of the spindle thrust other arms, hammer tipped, held high aloft, menacing.
From all the length of the wall arose panic outcry.