[center][h2]PFC James Hunt|Road in the middle of nowhere[/h2][/center]

James did what he did when Captain Riserre started yelling at him when the Sergeant started; he tuned it out. Some back in his old unit would argue that's why he was always getting in trouble, but the truth of the matter was the Cap just couldn't take a joke. When it was said and done, with the order being given to kit up, James looked at the Sergeant again. "Hey Sarge, thought you'd like to know that she," he jerked his thumb towards Durandal, "downed two imps with her sword and I gunned down the third when I found her. So they're already down three people. That said, how big do you think the patrol is?"

For all his smart ass remarks, he also knew what questions to ask and when to ask them. Plus the fact of the matter was even the regular army had varying patrol sizes on record, so he thought he'd get a second opinion before making his own guess.