Chapter 121: The Executioners
Learning Sam was pregnant made the Black Sheep very, very nervous about what was coming.
And it meant that their planning session, gathered around the kitchen island, wasn’t going so well.
"You waste time thinking of ways to protect them," Amarena snarled for what felt like the fifth time. "Better to send them off, or better, let them fight to protect their brood!"
"Can’t fight..." Sam muttered, touching the wound in their shoulder.
"The basement is safe," Kir asserted. "Bridged warded it against herself, and I doubt any mage coming against us can produce a tornado or a hurricane."
"What’s a hurricane?" Stella asked.
"It’s like a tornado the size of a nation," Noir supplied. "They come in from the south now and then."
Kir had had enough. "Can we just focus!" he said, slamming his fist on the table. "If I can’t lure them into a duel, then we’ve got to be ready for anything. Putting up traps will buy us time-"
"I did not agree to fight by sneaking about and counting on my enemies to stab themselves in the foot," Amarena crossed her arms.
"I’m not saying we’ll have to," Kir argued back. "I’m saying that if we fortify, we’ll make dueling us more appealing because then they’ll have to risk ’stabbing themselves in the foot’ along with getting through wards."
Noir cleared his throat. "Not to, um, dampen your plans, but are you sure you’ll be in any position to fight if you ward the whole house? You’ve already exhausted yourself..."