His words came out truly like his own thoughts, for that's what they were. His mind reorganized itself, after it had resolved to struggle. It repositioned its priorities, and used what systems it could, so that it would be able to deal with the weight of what was asked of it. Just like when lifting a heavy stone, the body immediately biased the strongest, most easily accessible muscles, so too did Beam's mind, once it committed itself to solving its problem.
His mind made it so there was practically no one there. It returned to the state it had been just a few minutes prior, that state of battlefield flow, when there was meaning in all things, when everything had the potential to become the next spark that would invite the blaze of victory.
Beam thought for a moment. "He's going to stick to the roads…" He guessed. "They're stronger one on one. They're going to want to eliminate the element of surprise. They want to see us all in one place, so they can easily deal with us."
