((Please be warned, there is a bit of hinted gore, and brief mention of harm to a child toward the end.))

“All warfare is based on deception. Hence, when able to attack, we must seem unable; when using our forces, we must seem inactive; when we are near, we must make the enemy believe we are far away; when far away, we must make him believe we are near.” - Sun Tzu, The Art of War

She could feel the pull of muscles beneath her…

“It's the Sha!”

A shrill scream resounded through the small village of Binan. It was the sound of a few tiny voices shrieking in mock terror, before dissolving into a round of furious giggles and squeals. Those voices belonged to a small gaggle of Panderan children that had dispersed in a multitude of directions to flee their assailant.

And that assailant came in the form of a Nightelven warrior, stomping after them with exaggerated motions not unlike an Un'goro devilsaur, with…

“You're tense.” The statement, in all of its blatancy, held an air of concern as it left Hypolyta's mouth.

The look Resheph shot her seemed to speak volumes, though he didn't immediately reply. It was that expression she was rather familiar with, where his eyebrows would raise, and attempt to meet in the middle of his forehead, while his lips formed a curious, sloping line. This look meant one of two things, and with the intensity it was given, it was saying both: She had just stated…

theyre fighting again. honestly i dont care who started it. but i want them to stop. bickering. always bickering. Resheph will say something and Kanta is on him  with teeth and claws like a sabre on a deer. Kanta so much as looks at Resheph and he does the same. it has not come to blows yet and by goddess i hope it doesnt. but they are trying my pashents patience more than usual. perhaps its not that bad. myabe i am over…