The Allied Move - Part 2

"I don't intend to," Oliver said, and he meant every word of it.

"Good," Nila said, beginning to walk away. "Find us victory, then, Captain." She gave him a small salute, before turning away as well.

Oliver watched her go. "Peace?" He murmured to himself, shaking his head. "Peace…" The very word seemed foreign. Oliver knew his life would have no peace. He did not regret that fact. For these battles, this gaining of strength, this world of might and the world of man, he'd begun to enjoy it. He'd never felt meaning like this in anything that he did. He wished he could have reassured Nila of that, but for some reason, he did not think it would have made her happy.