The Eggroll Armistice

A thousand soldiers. Two ridiculous siege weapons. One witch with a spatula.

Marisol's latest assignment drops her in a muddy war camp where two lords have spent seventeen days arguing about catapult philosophy. Lord Pemberton believes the mangonel is the superior weapon. Lord Corso would die for the trebuchet. Both are absolutely certain a demonstration - with live targets - will settle it.

Maximum deaths allowed: three. The magic here only wants to do two things: move stuff around and make ...