"I'd never mistake foolishness for bravado. This is the thing, Leviathan, I'm a realist, and we do what we think is best. Then again, the extent of my realism is nothing that can be quantified. I do as I please and wish nothing more than for my people to survive and thrive. It's a simple equation and there's no getting around it." The air and the energy changed, and the tension held like a feather stuck in limbo, upwards and downwards, the strongest wins. Glances exchanged, fists tightened; shockwaves traveled kilometers – the trees, hardened by the sea gusts, found the coming assault harder to endure. The hardened frames chipped; the foliage shivered.
"What should we do?"
