WalkingDisaster
One Thousand Club
Prentice nodded. "Ah, guerrilla warfare...Impressive. Kind of dirty, but well played. As for the magic tricks...." He paused and thought a moment. If it took so much concentration, It would probably be safer to keep them off offense, at least for now. He really had no idea how magic worked, and was constantly wondering what kind of mind it took to do all of those tricks. For that, he did respect these people, even if the ability was genetic. It confused him. "I think...We should put the majority of Hecate on defense. Guard duty. The rest will be on border patrol. When you feel it appropriate, you can divert Ares away. I'll find a way to take care of Apollo, since they'll be using the more traditional route. They'll probably be guarding. I don't know anything about magic, only melee and very basic long range, so I can't tell you what to do. You probably don't want me to, and are getting sick of me, but-"
"I'm getting sick of you," Jenny snapped, a manicure hand resting on her hip. "What is guerellah warfare?"
"-I'll give you an opinion if you want one." He looked at Jenny, decided he didn't want to deal with her at the moment, and focused on Grace again. "Any complaints with these positions, tell me and we can figure something else out. Om...As for Aphrodite...." He looked at Jenny, deciding that now he had to deal with her.
"I think we'll just slice you up evenly."
Jenny sneered and studied him. "I don't see why you get to give orders. You probably think that because of your stupid ugly mom you know everything about everything. But, fine... Evenly it is."
"Don't talk about my mom," Prentice warned, "or I'll talk about yours. I'll let you decide who goes where. Don't let me upset you." He looked at Grace's brother... Why couldn't he remember the dude's name? Why did his brain find X and C so complicated to separate? With an inaudible sigh, he took a guess and hoped he was right. "Alex, any complaints? Any where specific you want to be assigned? Don't let me coordinate everything."
(Pren's inability to remember Alex's name is probably my fault, for I have called him Alec multiple times. Sorry Jab xD )
"I'm getting sick of you," Jenny snapped, a manicure hand resting on her hip. "What is guerellah warfare?"
"-I'll give you an opinion if you want one." He looked at Jenny, decided he didn't want to deal with her at the moment, and focused on Grace again. "Any complaints with these positions, tell me and we can figure something else out. Om...As for Aphrodite...." He looked at Jenny, deciding that now he had to deal with her.
"I think we'll just slice you up evenly."
Jenny sneered and studied him. "I don't see why you get to give orders. You probably think that because of your stupid ugly mom you know everything about everything. But, fine... Evenly it is."
"Don't talk about my mom," Prentice warned, "or I'll talk about yours. I'll let you decide who goes where. Don't let me upset you." He looked at Grace's brother... Why couldn't he remember the dude's name? Why did his brain find X and C so complicated to separate? With an inaudible sigh, he took a guess and hoped he was right. "Alex, any complaints? Any where specific you want to be assigned? Don't let me coordinate everything."
(Pren's inability to remember Alex's name is probably my fault, for I have called him Alec multiple times. Sorry Jab xD )