Karstly could feel it – that odd sensation of chaos that arose when improbabilities were allowed to be stacked together. This was no Battle board, no matter what strategist tried to reduce it to such. This was a place where, on the tiniest spark, a giant bonfire could be built. The most careful of strategies would be torn apart, and numbers would be made to look irrelevant.
It was on that spark that he knew Blackwell to have bet, based on the state of his defence. He hadn't put up a carefully measured wall of things. He seemed to have quite well allowed the destruction of his walls to take place. That was the battle plan of man that had attempted to do things carefully. It was the movements of a man quite well on the edge.
