Rosana's claws flexed as she crouched, preparing to spring into action. "We need to flush them out. Give them something to focus on while the rest of us flank."
"I'll go," Kern volunteered, his voice eager, almost too eager. "Let them try to hit me."
Ty shook his head, not ready to let Kern take the brunt of the attack just yet. "No. They're skilled; you can tell by how they're keeping their distance. This isn't some reckless charge. They're watching, waiting for us to make the first move."
Rosana nodded, her eyes narrowing as she surveyed the treeline. "They've got archers, maybe more hiding in the trees. We need to force them into the open."
Gisorn had already taken position on a nearby ridge, rifle trained on the nearest movement. "Three distinct spots. Two archers and a swordsman. They're not amateurs."
Ty glanced toward the fire traps they'd set earlier. "We'll lure them into the traps. John, can you get a read on them?"
