“Back to your warband, Legionnaire pup. Leave the strategies to the
veterans.” Snarled the Centurion before retreating into the ranks
of her own band. The older charr glared at Callista, daring her to
challenge her orders.
No, thought Callista, looking at
the conceited faces. Even should I win, it will not my voice
listened to. It will merely create a power struggle amid the
battlefield.
She turned
away, chagrined and grim. Determined to keep her warband alive as
long as she could, on what her instincts warned was a suicide
mission.
She'd consolidate them against orders, if she had to.
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