There was nothing standing in the way of the women now—no more excuses, no more delays, no more time wasted on preparation or debate. They knew they needed to strike Borg swiftly and decisively, otherwise he would have enough time to fully prepare for their arrival, to rally his warriors and fortify his position until the element of surprise became worthless. Speed and stealth were their only advantages against a chieftain who commanded hundreds of loyal fighters.
The assigned warriors went as planned: the Chieftess, her four honor guards, Shava, and Maui—seven in total, all moving with purpose through the darkening wilderness. Each woman carried weapons and wore armor that had been carefully prepared, checked and rechecked for any noise that might give them away. They all went to Borg's settlement with one goal burning in their minds: remove him from power before he could consolidate his position or harm anyone else in his desperate grab for legitimacy.
