Resistance: Shadow of the Tyrant » Places

         

♫ Somewhere I Belong ♫

With the battle finally over Tacitus regrouped with Elena. His once white robes were stained red by the blood he shed this day, as well as his face painted with it. Tacitus followed behind Elena as she went to the medics where Oberon was being treated for his injuries. With his yells of pain Tacitus rolled his eyes. 'Weakling.' While normally he wouldn't hesitate saying that to the lieutenant's face, he figured it wouldn't be the best thing for morale to call one of the leaders of the rebellion weak. Especially considering that some are still wary of him since he is a hired sword.

As he watched the two's interaction Tacitus let out an annoyed sigh, followed by a roll of his eyes. "We need to press while we have an advantage, before the enemy can regroup." Tacitus stated as he entered himself into the conversation. "I'm sure your.....mage would agree that our advantage won't last long." With the mention of Rei there was a clear note of disdain in his voice. It was no secret that he wasn't particularly trusting of the Spy Master. In fact he found it annoying that a mage would have such a high ranking position.

"The empire's reach is long and far, it will not be long before they can make up what they've lost today. And they'll be back to take their trade routes." He reminded them, as always being a party pooper. This was only a small victor in a much larger game. And he needed to remind them of that. "You must choose our next target carefully. We still need a good foothold in this area, a proper base of operations." Tacitus then folded his arms, and rubbed his chin as he carefully thought of possible strategies, and next moves.