"Where has the Rogue Commandant scurried off to?" Karstly asked lightly. They'd waded their way through the barricades, but that was not all that they'd gained. They'd managed to kill a few hundred men on their way, and a Violet Commandant in the centre. Of course, it seemed like nothing compared to the slaughter of the men that they'd lost.
The Rogue Commandant had eyed them so haughtily before, but now he was nowhere to be seen. There was a curve in the path, offering a corner to be hidden behind. That seemed like the only explanation to Karstly, but what sort of foe would go into hiding when it was his duty to hold this very point, and see them slowed?
"Will he not confront us?" Karstly said.
"I have a feel that our enemy is simply withdrawing his officers towards his own positions," Samuel said. "You've demonstrated that you're willing to bloody our men on mere barricades. I can't imagine he feels like he needs to offer up any more Rogue Commandants in order to slow you."
