The strength of that which he'd built up, he offered freely, and in doing so, finally, did he see some measure of surprise on their faces, just as he'd seen surprise when they had charged down the hill against the enemy's expectations. It was a dangerous thing to do, indeed, just as it had been then, and he'd been punished for it before, but it was necessary now. That much was clear. And Blackwell thought he might understand enough to avoid those fatal repercussions.
Alone, he was, for the initial period. More reckless than his charge down hill had been. Apparently, the result of excessive foolishness. It went against his own instincts that made him face elsewhere. But those instincts were forged to fight against creatures of Claudia. Monsters operated by different laws.
