Sherral makes his way down the cliff on the other side, and then circles the camp at an easy pace.

"I'm about to come into sight of their sentries," he murmurs, settling one hand on one of the magicite swords beneath his cloak. "Take out the front cannons now."

About seven seconds later, there was a yell from a sentry that he saw one, the sound through the earpiece of a sword being drawn - and then an extremely bright wave of lightning demolishes a chunk of the wall and continues into the camp until it collides with a watchtower and incinerates it.