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" Weren't you moaning and groaning and floored five minutes ago? "
The Woman shrugs.
" Life and death situations make the pain feel less. Hey, here's a play - what if your handsome friend there with the lovestruck eyes throw a smokeflash out the door and we ... Hm. " She trails of.
Edward nods. Yeah, no. Archers. Arrows have the right of way. They wouldn't need to hit anything precisely, just fire blindly into the smoke. Too high odds of being clipped, given there's so many archers. Would be better if there was more confusion.
The Woman taps her fingers on her palms, thinking. Gives Scarlett the once-over.
" Fragmentation charge. We wire some of these sharp bits in your pockets into a blasting charge, huck it out the window and . . . "
Edward shakes his head. Spherical dispersion of fragments and the shockwave would harm the people outside. But that's probably why they dragged over the barrels and hunkered down. At best, they'd be confused for a moment and then recover. The Woman gives a little groan of frustration. Thinks. Jabs a finger into Zivka's uniform, testing the padding. None too shy about personal boundaries at the moment. Takes another swig of cactus juice. And then her green eyes go wide and she almost chokes with excitement
" Rooftop! We go by the roof! Up the stairs, over to the other building, dead sprint, drop down in the bushes!! "
The spearman at the stairs winces a little. He's pretty sure he's heard some boots shuffling around up there. Yeah, it has cover from the ground, but dead sprint across equal-elevation terrain against archers? Nooooo.
Edward saves him the awkwardness. Too high chance one of them fails the vault to other roof. And then you're ground side with a broken leg or worse.
" Come on! " She grins - she's not even frustrated, really. Seems more excited than anything.
" There has to be *something* we can do. What about tying one of your smoke-flasks to the arrows of our friend here " She jabs Zivka again " you open the door and lay down surprise fire, they all duck for cover and *then* your cute friend here flings the smokeflask up at the largest group of archers. Then those brawny fellas of yours *rush* the groundsiders, and we simple make a go of it! "
" I don't think the manual recommends abandoning a fortified secure position for a sally against numerically superior forces " Edward responds.
" Manual's boring. Alright. Alright, alright. What if - what IF "
Scarlett adjusts the gear-lock on a trap release near the door. It slides home with held tension almost as tight as the brittle undertone to the Woman's voice
" What if we just shout 'We Surrender' and find out what they want? "
Oh yeah, surrender to Wastewanderer marauders. That's going to go well.
" Hey, last time they only tied me to a chair " the Woman offers by way of continuation
" Maybe we get a better chair this time? "
