SECTION 12
The attack is on! It feels good, after so much talk, to finally get into action. I’ve never really been a fighter, but I’m beginning to understand those who are. There’s nothing worse than sitting around.
Silently, we form a line, each of us spaced about twenty feet apart, and we crawl to the crest of the hill. Looking over, we see the provost guard of the marching army, with its eyes, to a man, turned towards the front of the host. Armed with swords, spears, and knives, armored with thin leather, the guard looks ripe for the picking. Farther and farther they fall behind the rest of the army, the slow pace of the supply wagons forcing them nearly to a halt. All that’s left is to order the assault itself.
I have, it seems, two choices. If we charge in, we can get rid of them quickly. Or we could steal in upon them and take them by surprise. The problem with stealth is that, if it doesn’t succeed, we might be worse off than if we charge.
A challenge, and one I find I relish. Suddenly, as the army marches on, I feel as if I were born to command. I hope this battle won’t prove me wrong.
If Derek orders a charge, turn to Section 11.
If Derek has his comrades use Stealth to take the guard by surprise, turn to Section 16.