Re: Part 70b - Flatland
Cyan frowns. The morale of the Archons is an important point, and they will only follow someone who can hold both their interest and their respect. Of course, sometimes fear proves sufficient for that as well. ~ We will have to take a chance here, James, Banglen-Yp, and do this ourselves. Two dozen Archons against us. ~ Herself, James with his Pattern might and new equipment, the small army of Banglen-Yp's, Right, and Berd.
Well, she has always hated even fights.
"Right. Upon consideration, we need to ensure none of the enemy escapes, and that no reinforcements break through. I want your forces to hold the Underflow against both intrusion and excursion." The General grins, a feral expression. "And oh yes; tell them to watch." She eyes Right for a moment. "You may remain with us, or lead them there - as you see fit, old friend."
~ I hear, James, and look forward to your 'demonstration'. Banglen Yp - when the battle commences, deal with the Archons as you see fit. Please keep your distance from myself, though - it is not safe, not while I hold gurthang. Berd will engage those who take to the air to use their powers at a distance.
James, we look to you to begin. I await your signal. ~
Moving closer to the crest of the hill blocking them from the nearby Archons, Cyan grins, the smile humorless beneath pale sapphire eyes. She swallows once, feeling fear creep over her - fear for her allies and their well-being. Fingers flex, and she takes the Deathiron's grip in her hand, waiting for James' signal.
As she has always maintained - sometimes, one must take a chance.
On her shoulder, Berd prepares himself, slowly reaching out to gather up the reins of power of this bizarre world; abruptly, a multitude of shimmering threads spring into existance around the drake's shifting form, dancing with rainbow light like dew-drop spiderwebs in the sun.