Ballista Deadshot

When the Ministry of Peace needed soldiers strong enough to carry siege weapons into battle, they recruited Krazh. His ballista fires magic bolts bigger than spears with enough force to punch through fortress walls. The weapon is so massive he can barely lift it, let alone aim it. He hoists it up, points it roughly toward the enemy, and fires. The bolt goes somewhere, hits something. Maybe a champion, maybe a foot soldier, maybe it punches through three soldiers standing in a column.

Krazh doesn't care. He just cranks another bolt into position.

The mechanism takes his full strength to load. Muscles strain and tendons pull taut. After the first few volleys, his arms shake. But he keeps firing, each shot punching randomly into the enemy lines.

When Brave the Bull's messenger reached Miterstedt with news that the task force was failing, the Ministry mobilized additional forces. Krazh gathered his weapon and formed ranks with the others. The march west is long. Through scorched valleys and melted stone, he moves at a steady pace with his weapon ready.

Point. Fire. Reload. Repeat until something stops him or his arms give out.