The mighty Gorl stabbed his great sword in the ground in front of him. He turned around and took over a thick rope the size of a grown man's arm from the two soldiers that combined their effort to carry it.
The rope was giving out a metallic lustre; obviously, it was mixed with materials other than linen-type ones. At the end of the rope was a huge metal refined hook, heavy and sharp.
"Hek!"
Gorl grabbed the rope and shouted vigorously.
Then, the thick rope started to spin, producing a heavy whistling sound when Gorl spun it around with all his might. Gorl swung the rope around, forming a mini tornado, and when it reached maximum speed, Gorl let go of the rope with the hook.
Shooooo!
Pak!
The hook was thrown out dragging the rope behind and it easily latched on the inner wooden plate of the hang bridge after it flew over.
Gorl pulled the rope to test whether was it firmly latched before he signaled Duke Sergourney aside.
"Pull!"
The duke shouted after a vicious smile.