Blitzkrieg, a term from the wars of old. A tactic that had become a go-to in certain situations. While not like the surgical strike of covert operations teams, it still had a few things in common. It pursued speed, and it pursued efficiency.
Before he could go far, Mountain already determined that he had found a matching threat. A white being only a head shorter than the Garsans they had fought not so long ago was taking the skies. And more peculiar, was the weapons he was holding. And he only used "he" because he didn't know how to distinguish the gender of the new being yet. His rugged face became even more stony, if that was possible, his eyes fighting against the wind turned harsh because of the speed.
