Positions Everyone, for the Show Begins

"He's coming. He would never miss a chance to fight."

Glenin threw his hands up. "Fine. I have no other choice. Prepare yourselves."

Thomas smiled: "Finally, a plan." He pulled Frey and Elero to the side. "So we know what the mages are going to do but what are we going to do?" He looked to former Captain, Frey.

"I think…" Elero cut Frey off. "We should distribute ourselves amongst the lines of defense. If any of us get overwhelmed, we can fall back and rest by a fresh companion. It means we get a few rests in the battle, and can fight more as a result."

"I'd rather stick together as it's best to..." Frey was cut off by Thomas's rumbling stomach.

The young noble lowered his head. "I think I agree with Elero. I'll wait at the first barricade." He rushed off before anyone could stop him. Frey started after him, intending to drag the disobedient speedster back, but the majority ruled.

"He hasn't eaten a proper meal all day," Elero warned.