Moral responsibility

Rushing through the human camp, I kept a guard of whooping seven celestials and four divines. And with this small party to keep me safe from any and all dangers lurking in the generally empty areas of the camp, I continued to make my way across. 

My one and only task for the moment was to remain somewhat in the middle of all my men, turning myself into an anchor that kept all the small units together and, at least on paper, connected with the main unit further in the camp. 

And once again, only one prerogative filled my mind. The one quality of the job I had to ensure. 

The speed. 

'We are on the clock, but we should still manage,' I thought, looking around the place while reduced to nothing but a mere observer of the battle. And as much as it was aimed at capturing people rather than killing them… The whole area was already littered with corpses.