A few minutes later, she finally moved. She turned toward Luke, her eyes narrowed, and a look of absolute, iron-clad determination hardened her features. "Can you hold this territory on your own?"
"Alone?! I can't…" Luke was visibly taken aback, his grip on his club faltering for a split second. The weight of the responsibility hit him like a punch in the face. He had assumed she would take the entire force with her to reinforce John.
"With two hundred and fifty Bulltors," she corrected him, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Can you do it? Can you keep this den contained while I move?"
Luke took a deep breath, his chest expanding as he processed the challenge. After a few moments, the hesitation vanished from his eyes, replaced by a fire Cissel had rarely seen in him.
He firmly waved his massive club, turning toward the gathered Bulltors. He climbed onto a piece of mechanical wreckage, raising his voice so it echoed across the entire group.
