Tia looked to her Green Sister and Brother with an arched brow, looking very much like her mother in that moment, “I got him from our Warder Yards, and he happens to be right. If it were just Trollocs we were dealing with, a quick strike would be the right move. Unfortunately, we will need to be more calculating in how we strike.
“I want to somehow get the Draghkar before anything else. If we eliminate that threat, we can focus on the Trollocs until the Fade dare shows its face. With your assistance, I expect we can make quick work of it, but I want it to be a well thought out attack,” Tia explained.
The Warder for the Asha’man looked amused, “You are definitely your mother’s daughter. Garren, she is right, too, as was the Ji’Val.” He looked to Tia, “When do we leave?”
“As soon as we’ve got the plan sorted,” Tia explained.
It didn’t take them too long to come up with a strategy that all could agree upon. Two Channelers would make the Draghkar their priorities, one of those channelers being Tia. As soon as everyone was in position, they would use the One Power to eliminate the flying beasts. After that? It might be more of a free for all, but once they knew where the Fade was, every effort would be made to eliminate it.
Before long, the group was moving out as silently as a group of thirty could be. As they closed in on the outcrops, Tia and the Green Ashaman named Garren moved to a higher view point. The two Draghkar were easy to spot. Looking at one another, Tia and Garren nodded. They’d strike on a count of ten. Tia focused on her Draghkar, and didn’t take hold of the Source until she hit One. As soon as she did, she let go a bolt of lightning that ripped into the beast. It didn’t have a chance to take off as the electricity struck it and a nearby trolloc dead. Garren used a fireball on his, and both Draghkar were now not a threat.
The Trollocs wasted no time in sounding an alarm. The high ground would give their party a bit of an advantage, but not for long. Tia held on to the Source and as a band of Trollocs started to swarm, let loose with razor thin threads of air. Alrim was nearby, sword raised and ready for battle.