When the order came to turn about and abandon pursuit, Lisbeth's heart sank. She knew her place, but to allow the enemy to get away with such a perfidious crime, not just against the humble people of Cekrov but of all Mankind, and leave only the Guard to chase the enemy rankled. Her arms ached to swing her blade in pursuit of vengeance, and an iron will burned inside her to pursue victory, at any cost. [i]But I know my place.[/i] The Guard would flush out the foe, and if the Saint still lived, she would restore Him as soon as possible, and all of the fighting and struggle would finally come to an end, with the God-Emperor awakened to protect His people in the flesh once again.

Being asked for input was not a comfortable position for Lisbeth. She was a warrior, and a servant of the Emperor, and through the chain of command ordained from the Golden Throne itself she humbly accepted her orders and her mind was pure, too small for doubt. The responsibilities of command and decision-making she left for those who were her superiors, and until He ordained that she should be fortunate enough to be lifted to their position it was not the little nun's place to assume that she knew any better than anyone else. That said, she had been [i]ordered[/i] to offer her opinion, such as it was, and a loyal servant obeyed without question. Already her thinking had approached too close to questioning, and she would set herself penance as soon as practical. 

"Sisters, I suggest that we storm the palace and destroy the enemy with all prejudice. If the Governor's life is forfeit then he will reside at the Emperor's side as a martyr. If the enemy lose their nerve and flee, we will chase them down and destroy them. I am loathe to place the lives of the peasants at risk to take part in...lies," she spat, as though the word were bitter poison, "but it matters little. If we are faithful, we will be victorious. The taking of hostages is the act of a coward, and such cowardice cannot stand for long against our faith. Few as we are, perhaps we might split our numbers, to create the impression of a larger force - or perhaps we might use an alternative route," she suggested, tapping the tip of her chin with an armoured finger. "Confessor, Sister-Celestian, do you have the authority to commandeer a flying machine? If the enemy expect us to storm their gate...maybe we should attack from the skies instead?"

[i]What I wouldn't give for a few Sisters-Seraphim right now.[/i]