Plumes of smoke rose from at least a dozen different spots in the city. King GarGar bowed his head in prayer. The pause in canon fire afforded him a chance to clear his head. The largest canon, dubbed affectionately le Monsieur by the soldiers, effectively smashed open a breach in the walls of the city. King GarGar’s men were now pouring into the city. Embittered by the long siege, royal forces now unleashed vengeance with sword and shot, killing anything that so much as moved. Before GarGar could give his soldiers instructions, the breach had been opened. Now it was a killing spree.
“I never intended to resort to such draconian measures,” moaned the King. “Sound the trumpets! Tell the men to stand down!”