Even before Vol could see Koresh Whiteland's face, he could sense his confusion. A man motivated more strongly by profit than anything else, he couldn't understand why anyone would take such inordinate, and likely unprofitable risks.
Even as he gave the orders to defend, his forehead was creased in a frown.
"Why…?" He murmured. "The numbers don't add up… The losses… This will be a pyrrhic victory for you at best – you'll lose half your force."
Even as Vol charged at the Cracked Skull line, wielding his axe from horseback, Koresh was half-convinced that it was a joke. He was so sure there ought to have been some ulterior motive that made sense.
