The word of men and women who hunt other thinking creatures for sport is worth less than ashes; they'll renege on any agreement made the moment it ceases to be useful to them. Natasha knows this in her bones, but doesn't voice it. Not now, not when they have precious little time to spend in argument over how to treat the monsters hunting them.
Instead, she tips her head minutely towards the east, and a small hillock of snow in the shadow of what must once have been a church. "There," she says quietly. "They're inexperienced - they wouldn't be there if they weren't. I can get into their blind spot, circle around, and take them from behind. I'll break off at that house, there." Another minute gesture, this time towards a half-fallen house with only a splotch of green paint showing where the long-ago fire had burned most of it away. "Stay in their view for two minutes once you pass it. That'll give me enough time to get into position."
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Date: 2020-10-12 06:01 am (UTC)Instead, she tips her head minutely towards the east, and a small hillock of snow in the shadow of what must once have been a church. "There," she says quietly. "They're inexperienced - they wouldn't be there if they weren't. I can get into their blind spot, circle around, and take them from behind. I'll break off at that house, there." Another minute gesture, this time towards a half-fallen house with only a splotch of green paint showing where the long-ago fire had burned most of it away. "Stay in their view for two minutes once you pass it. That'll give me enough time to get into position."