Orders are Orders

“The men are impatient, sir,” Khouri said.

Rastaban swung his sword with vicious force, the blade singing through the air as he traced battle patterns against invisible enemies. “We wait for the scouts. We won’t mobilize until then, because we’d be walking into a trap.”

Rhajj looked confused. “A trap? But sir --”

“Orders are orders,” Rastaban said. “Get out there and get my men ready. This is going to be an ugly battle.”

Rhajj shook his head. “Sir, they’re just women --”

“Who killed over a hundred of our men without a thought.” Rastaban’s eyes flashed. “Get my men ready, lieutenant.”