"A plan?" Tristan looked at me.
I held his gaze with strong resolve in mine and nodded.
"Yes, some way to end this and move forward. Don't you think it's a bit pointless to keep going like this?"
I glanced over his shoulder as a Cratakiti swung its hooked tail, wanting to strike. But Tristan simply moved his leg out of the way, dodging the blow and crushing its head beneath his foot.
His gaze did not leave me all through.
"Are you underestimating the Caravan?"
I frowned. "What? No! Of course not, but isn't this battle of attrition pointless? Not when we don't even know how many of these beasts there are. They just keep pouring out of the forest."
Tristan held my eyes seriously.
"At least we would have to descend into the forest while some protect the caravan. The whole point so far is to diminish the numbers as much as possible before the more able mercenaries push forward. A chain of command came earlier."
I raised a brow.
"Oh?"
