"Four warriors..." Jakarah snapped, lowering her scroll and looking over us, her eyes settling on Narusil. "... Three warriors and up to six more battle maidens agaisnt the whole of El'muth'ran?"

She shook her head, "Ranger Thomas, this is a exercise in futility at best, and suicide at worst."

I resettled my rifle on my shoulder. "Look, general. The longer we wait, the more the shadow elves will learn of my capabilities. We have to press the advantage of our enemy's ignorance of my tools and capabilities. Since they don't know what I can and can't do, they will struggle to do anything to stop me. Hitting them at home...