“Are we just going to watch them slaughter each other?” Engel asked when Jente made no move to draw her weapon and charge down the hill into the fray. Something in her expression was distant, dangerous, unreadable.
“Not just watch - learn,” Jente said. “About how those chariots function in battle, what their typical formations are. And then see how we would do it better.”
“Would we do it better?”
“Pharaoh had better believe we would.”
Engel watched spears and arrows zip through the air. “Pharaoh would be the man dripping in gold jewelry?”
“Yes, that would be him - the Pharoah.”
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