The Cannoneer's Soul
"I can do it," Magnus spoke up, adjusting the mechanisms on his weapon.
Finn looked over at the man as the acid continued raining just a few steps away with the bestial roaring continuing. There was a certain look in the swede's eyes; something resolved.
"You can? What're you going to do?" Charlotte asked.
"If you can do it, then do it already! We're gonna melt away here!" Nova rushed him.
The childish way the bard spoke somehow managed to bring a small smile to break across the cannoneer's lips, even bringing a laugh from the usually stoic man in the dreadful situation.
"Ah…?" Nova reacted, unsure of what to make of the reaction.
"You're right," Magnus agreed. "I should hurry."
There was no hesitation as the cannoneer pulled the levers on the cannon, walking out from the shield's grace as if uncaring for the acid rain.
Finn reached out, calling to the man, "Hey! What're you–"