"It's not impossible," Elio said, his voice firm and determined. "We won't retreat. We can't condemn the city... We won't take advice from the enemy, we're going in."
"Have you lost your mind?"
Micah's voice cut through the air like a whip. His hands were shaking, but not from fear… from frustration.
"We're going to die here, simply die without achieving anything! Don't you see that?"
He approached the crystal, pointing at the statistics with an accusing finger. "Look at that magic defense! Even with the emblem you can't overcome it. Not even at level 8 or 9 could you win!"
His voice rose, desperation coloring every word. "It's ten thousand resistance points, Elio! The mana wouldn't be enough... we'd need at least two level 9 users with emblems, maybe even level 10."
Micah began pacing, his calculations pouring out in a frenzied torrent.