He fixed them a look filled with all of his intensity, and with his eyes dancing with Pandora's black flecks. The two of them, as strong as they'd become, shuddered beneath that gaze, feeling a strange energy coming over them.
"Very well, Commander," Vale said firmly.
"They're as good as dead," there wasn't a trace of humour in Silverfish's reply. He hadn't officially been given a rank of proper leadership, but by now both he and Vale, on account of their high levels, had been continually relied upon as though they were leaders equal to the others.
"Both your Vice-Commanders remain," Harland noted. "We've a mere hundred men. Is there a use for so many officers in one place, Commander?"
"We will be forced to face off against five hundred, if the worst comes to the worst," Vol replied. "That's reason enough. You're all going to fight as strongly as ten men – I'll see to that. Do not make the training time I spent on you wasted."
