Book 6. Chapter 57: To'Orda
“He’ll fight tooth and nail to stay alive.” To’Sefit said, bringing up more data the two had compiled. “So long as you rely on my plates and the drake, you should be able to stay at range and whittle them down. Do be a good boy and don’t let him anywhere near you.”
Of course she’d say to fight him at range. She fights everything at range. But she had a massive flying lesser to travel around with, and he had a single drake. Or at least, she had a flying lesser to carry her along until the human killed it.
Perhaps neither To'Avalis nor To'Sefit should be giving him advice on how to fight, given their win record. But of course, he wasn't going to mention that out loud. He wasn't stupid.
The drake was making good progress across the biome here, but flight was still far more preferable. No matter how much To’Avalis screeched about optimal use of internal space and how wasteful flight is underground when jumping would do just about the same amount of travel. Leaping around was effort. Something To’Avalis didn’t seem to factor into his mathematics.
His wayward little sister used wings to fly around. And she’d won fights with it. And To'Sefit fired cannons from on high, and that worked for years now.
But To’Orda knew better than to say anything to the two watching through his eyes however. They’d start arguing.
His shell was far too bulky for wings anyhow. Bugger.
“The human is going to bring out a slew of possible tricks and feints. I’ve sent you a list of tactics we’ve encountered last time. Although there’s a strong possibility he’s added new abilities and gear since the last fight.” To’Avalis said, sending him a data and research. "Approach with extreme caution."
To’Orda didn’t bother reading, and sent it to his image generating software to do that for him. It woke up, gave one look at the text logs, then sent him an passive aggressive answer that it strictly generated images. It did not read texts. Get that giant wall of text out of its face. It promptly went back to sleep after.