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The two rode onward, widening the distance between them and the rest of their allies. Reckless as the move may have seemed to the others, Zarif wasn't [i]always[/i] a fool. Salador's gallop slowed to a trot, a short ways behind an outcropping of old, crumbling limestone wall.

[b]Zarif:[/b] [i]See? That wasn't so bad, was it?[/i]

He looked back at the boy, trying to get a read on him, but struggled to read the expression. Gracefully, he helped the boy dismount, and Salador walked a few more paces towards the wall, glancing past the small gap to peak at the enemy positions.

[b]Zarif: [/b] [i]Lets wait here. Getting trapped in those walls could get the whole company torn to shreds. Back me up as we lure them out, the rest will support us by the time we start getting overwhelmed.

A much more serious tone fell over his words, and the happy-go-lucky expression was replaced with a much colder, more analytical one. Splitting everyone up like they were talking about wasn't something Zarif supported, but rather than argue, he figured he'd try and shape the opening play himself. If one group had pushed too quickly, they could have gotten overwhelmed or flanked. If one held back too long, they could have taken too long to support the others. This way, they'd all be able to push forward together, and mitigate the enemy's positional advantage.

Glancing at the nearest off-blue monstrosity, Zarif slid the spear tied to Salador's side, and readied it.[/i]

[center][sub][i]Salador moves 5 tiles to 14-23, equips his Bronze Short Spear, and places Etor on 14-24[/i][/sub][/center]


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