It was a small defiance that the man didn't cower despite Zilan's bellowing. It was one of the reasons that made Zilan hate him so, and one of the reasons that made him keep him around. 'One of these days, he will flinch, and once I have a hold of his weakness, I shall never let it go.'
Against attacks that favoured quality, rather than quantity, Zilan sent forth his own quality. Rogue Commandants. From his evaluating of their foe, a Rogue Commandant for each ought to have been more than enough. If a single man kept track of each detachment of Patrick men, then there would be no chance of them getting closer. The second they tried to pierce into the skin of the Verna ranks, as they had before, they would be repelled.
"It is done, good General," the attendant said, returning after delivering his order. He noted his General's expression, seeming to guess that there was something else that Zilan wanted to say. "Is there more, General?"
