"I'll take this town, and I'll take whatever else I damn well please. You think you can threaten me in front of all these people and walk out like some smug bastard? I'll carve that grin off your face, Soren." Leon declared.
Soren stood atop a low slope just outside the occupied house, issuing orders with his usual cold precision. Snow leopard soldiers moved like shadows under his direction—forming patrols, fortifying key positions, and drawing up defenses that could hold the town should Leon attack at sunrise.
Riven stood just behind him, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
"This barricade needs to extend down the east road. If they push from there, we'll be wide open," Soren said, voice low and firm. "Have the archers stationed on the rooftops. I want a clear shot the moment I give the word."
The soldiers saluted and darted off.
