Murf: Day 4: 5300 words

The vibration grew stronger, and Geoffrey dropped his corner of crust and held onto a leg of the catapult to keep from falling over. Stones fell from the nearby tower, and now the guarding herald was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, the catapult leaped upward, raised into the air by the earth itself. Geoffrey clung to his beam with all his might, but the fair-skinned soldier lost his grip and tumbled out from under the catapult's shelter. A great fissure opened up underneath them, slowly, deliberately, like a great slimy mouth, and the rain fell hard onto its mossy gums. The catapult pitched on the edge of the opening, teetered away for a moment, then, as if from a great inhalation of the earth, veered into the gaping chasm. As the wooden structure collapsed into the void, the soldiers lost their grips and fell howling into the abyss.