My Words | Your Words | My Thoughts
It seemed he'd arrived barely at the nick of time; they were straight into the plan. Kill Yukmen horde, call for knights if they got into any trouble.. which they'd better hope they didn't, since going off and throwing themselves into the pit of danger without even a nod to their patrons, let alone permission to run off and potentially get themselves killed wasn't going to go down well with their superiors when they all found out. They'd need a sturdy plan.. which apparently even the organizer of their little party had doubts in. Off to a great start.. then again, at least it was Ball. If there was anyone around, Pycon or not that could punch their way out of a problem better than the blob of clay barely half the size of the squirrel then he certainly wasn't in this region. They might not have the best thinker, but they had the best pair of fists, undisputedly. Brains could only go so far, after all.
Which was exactly why he definitely didn't like what his so-called part of the plan was to be. The Pycon set his jaw to avoid simply speaking out and interrupting Ball mid-sentence.. though as soon as he was finished, the Pycon poured himself out immediately. "You've got to be kidding me. I'm too heavy and he's too small to reach help in reasonable time." The Sykanis mount made what sounded almost like a whimper in protest but the squirrel's warm, comforting hand pressed onto the spot at the back of his head eventually calmed the animal down somewhat. It was true; he had every intention of leaving as soon as things got bad. Alerting the nearest knights on the way back if he could. It didn't mean that he was going to act as the last defense between a horde and the rest of the entire city. Even better was when Garland piped up. "You think I'm gonna be able to carry anyone with me, wounded or not? This dog isn't that strong."
Instead, he turned and glanced back to Revy. "You've got the best mount out of all of us. I'm sure you'll be much faster than me." There was no point just complaining without offering a better solution. He'd never seen Revy actually try and make a fast pace on the back of her horse but she seemed pretty confident on the back, with a bit of room for anyone else that might be injured. "If you've got a good sword arm, you have a better chance than I do of cutting down a path between here and the nearest patrol, too."
Then, there were orders to handle. Kill-zones. Flanking. Archers. It seemed like Garland really wanted to make all of this shyke complicated. "Why do we need anyone on the ground at all?" He couldn't help but pique in the moment there came a break in the conversation - which just happened to be the moment they were supposed to be suggesting an archery leader. "Yukmen can't climb trees. We can. Why are we even bothering to put ourselves in danger?" Maybe he just wasn't seeing the obvious problems, but it seemed as though all they needed to do was climb up into the trees and then just hit them from above consistently. "Petch, if needed to, we can box them in with fire and then let them burn in a controlled section."
Soon the clay figurine was waving his paws about with glances thrown back to the Zith, the two other Pycons, and the rest of them. "It'll even give us the element of surprise if we jump down from above and strike them out quickly. If we keep ourselves together - not separated into groups where we'll be easily to separate and dissolve into the horde before we get time to blink - then we'll be able to level the field of battle before they know we're here and, afterwards, we'll wipe out the remainders without injury." Finally, he turned directly to Garland. It wasn't a direct confrontation.. it was an alternate strategy. There wasn't much gravel to his voice but there was a mild hint of disbelief to the suggested strategy.. something that he struggled to contain. "What do you think?"
