"No... No way you're doing that, and all on your own? Did you hit your head somewhere? Show me." Elira grabbed my wrist, trying to stop me from walking off toward what she called a suicide mission. To me, though, it wasn't suicide as she imagined; it was a challenge. I would sneak in like a silent assassin, like in a video game. Boom. Pow. Done. How hard could it be?
Alright, I knew how hard it could be. Every sound would matter. Every move had to be planned and measured. But I wasn't planning on dying today, not here, not in this miserable rain, and certainly not leaving Elira behind to shiver alone.
"I'll be fine," I said, shaking her hand off gently. "I have skills that'll let me move quickly and quietly. You, on the other hand, are more of a walking explosion. If I take you with me, that outpost will light up like a lighthouse." I rolled my eyes, the mud sucking at my feet.
