Rare opportunities easily lost, such is the nature of time; when the moment arrives, and it does not linger, that is the chance.
Now, the question wasn't whether Winters wanted to fight or not, but that the opportunity lay before him, and he could not let it slip by.
Just as one instinctively slaps at a red, round button when they see it,
Seeing the throat of a living creature, a predator instinctively wants to bite.
The Herd soldiers poured out, leaving behind tents, supplies, and spare horses.
Their vulnerabilities lay exposed before Winters' eyes, everything like Vineta, Paratu… had all been tossed aside in his mind; at this moment, Lieutenant Montaigne was only exhilarated.
Below the hillside, clusters of light one after another disappeared, Herders extinguishing their campfires.
Seizing the last of the light, Winters quickly memorized the layout of the camp.
