"Alright, if we're doing this, are we still doing it head on?" said Stella. "Blasting through the dome and drilling down the labs in one massive frontal."
"Yeah, that ain't changin'," said Clint. "But what does have to change is we gotta split up sooner than we thought. Fifth sword is dangerous as all hell still and trained to a razor's edge. And we got sensitive quarry here that I ain't takin' a risk gettin' hurt." He nodded over to Falco and Alan.
"I can hel-," began Falco.
"Nah. You respect me, doncha, kid? Then you gotta listen to me. You don't gotta take all the fights that are thrown your way," said Clint. He was stern, but not overly so as to be reprimanding. "Fifth sword's got some serious firepower - he can supercharge alcohol with energy, ignite it, and then breathe it out as vapor-flames that can easily torch dozens of fellas, melting em' down to the bone, and if that wasn't enough, poisonin' them.
