[The tree explodes in a rain of splinters, sawdust and pine needles, causing every bird within a 50 mile radius to take off.

Dororo felt the heat of the blast as he shields himself - then barely dodged the second missile - because who ever heard of an Artillery man just stopping at one?]

His aim has improved...

[He murmured to himself as he leaps into the darker parts of the forest, intending to lure Giroro in]