"As-eb vashe-qalab!" And there goes her target. A perfectly good one for distance and rate of burning, startled off because of a strange, painted Saarebas. Issa sighs and flicks a latch in place to prevent the lever on the base of the cannon from squeezing and setting the whole thing off. Now she must wait for another suitably large creature to test the charge on.

"Target of wood does not burn the same as target of flesh and bone. Set tree on fire I know I can burn wood. Set fur on fire? I know I can burn armor. Set stone on fire- I need to adjust charge."