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Stomping through the ruins and dragging the body all the way, you find and charge right for the springald atop the wagon. Two of the outlaws already manning the device, but just barely cut short from unleashing it when the armored dead body of a comrade is overhead-swung directly onto them all by an angry troll! The impact of the body against the device even causes it to fire, and being in an overturned position makes the whole thing break itself apart in violent fashion.
After that, well...
<span class="mu-s">"G-Get around it! Use the spears! Pin it from all sides!"</span>
<span class="mu-g">"-GROOAAGH!"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"There's no stopping the thing! It's... it's a demon!"</span>
Without the siege weapon there isn't really anything the humans can do to stop you. They admirably try, and muster a hasty defense with what armaments they can and their dogs, but it isn't enough to stop you from smashing and killing your way through them. Be it with improvised weapon (like the armored body) or simply your own mighty monstrous body, not even these battle-hardened men can withstand your ferocious attack. Not to mention that the sight of you picking up man or dog mid-combat to take hungry bites out of, is enough to send others fleeing in terror.
Although your might seems unstoppable, the outlaws definitely put up a fight and make you work hard for victory. Exhausted as you stomp up the highest set of stairs to the main portion of the ruins, now completely covered in gore and bristling with crossbow bolts and weapons. Looking for the humans in charge of these deserters and finding a comparatively well-furnished room within the ruined hall, where the man you assume to be the leader is holed up with his remaining commanders.
<span class="mu-s">"...damned beast, like a thing from the hells! I have to say troll, you're wasting your talents with that village!"</span>
Without enough time for them to prepare, you have little difficulty smashing through their attempts at barricading. Staggering into the ruined room with them and blocking the exit with your huge body, glistening with and dripping blood and panting heavily with exhausting. A horrific enough sight as is, when furthermore you hurl what remains of the armored body (now falling apart after so much "use" as a weapon) before the group.
