"You have lost your mind for sure!!"
Luke was the first to comment on John's crazy plan, his voice cracking with a mixture of disbelief and sheer terror. John didn't look up immediately; instead, he continued to use the tip of his sword to carve a miniature map of the ongoing battlefield into the dirt.
The drawing was rough but effective. He marked the line of the big river branch that bordered the valley on one side, the steep, rocky cliff that stretched for several kilometres, and the wide-open killing field in the centre where the clashes between the machines and the monsters were currently turning the ground into a swamp of oil and black blood.
"Come on, Luke. Think," John said, finally rolling his eyes. He looked at his friend, realising Luke was once again the slowest to grasp the necessity of the plan. "You've fought both now. If I asked you to pick one enemy we can actually beat without getting vaporised from a kilometre away, which would you choose?"
