Snippet #1481336

In the court of the Barracks, a single voice could be heard chanting the familiar call of a battle drill. A slim woman could be seen pacing back and forth in front of a line of soldiers, watching them carefully as they worked through the drills. It was a familiar practice, one that she could carry out without thinking. Which meant that she could think about the thing that was truly bothering her. Battle was easy. Simple and straight forward. But this business of carrying out an overarching campaign, that was more difficult. She had to consider every possible move from all angles, balancing the risks against the rewards. And there were all the things that she wasn’t happy about, but did anyway, simply to continue to protect Newhaven. This was her duty and her calling, and she would not fail in it.
“Halt! Fall out and form pairs, continue block and parry drills.”
She considered the events of the last few years. Finally the Wolfpack was on the decline, and they might even fall within the next few months. One good push might finish it off. She only hoped that she would be around to see the end of it. And after that?