The Grand Strategist - Part 1

"Damn… That is a shame," Oliver said, feeling it for the young man. "He was putting on a good show."

"He took his attention off his surroundings," Firyr sniffed. "If this was the battlefield, he'd have been killed for it."

"In his defence, rarely, if ever, does our Captain allow enemies to assault us from the rear," Verdant said dryly. "I think he was doing well enough in defending his front and his sides."

"I wouldn't have been caught like that," Firyr said.

"Commander Firyr, I know of no other soldier who loses his head as much in battle as often as you do. Before you make such boasts, I would like to see you hold rank for just a single battle, without descending into a melee practically by your lonesome surrounded by the enemy, forcing us to rush after you and drag you out," Verdant said.