Rallying the Troops

Ashmedai had been filled in on the details and had been excited and antsy ever since. He just couldn't find it in himself to get sloshed when he was planning for a good, old fashioned bloodbath. He hadn't really had the courage to leave the orchard without the influence of alcohol because he was too scared of having actual feelings and didn't really want to address them.

Killing a bunch of slavers was a good way to address feelings, however. And being cooped up in the orchard gave Ash time to get himself back in order for the day his father called them together.

That day happened to be today.

Fur groomed and ready for messing up? Check. Belly somewhat full? Check. Spring in step? Check. Thirst for vengeance? Well, maybe not for the right reasons, but check anyway. Ashmedai was ready.

He approached the meeting spot and his father. Not that he'd ever say it, but he was a little worried about his father's age in the fight. Valentine was basically anxious and, while capable, Ashmedai wasn't sure he should be going into battle.

But if his father wanted to die in a valiant battle for his damsel in perpetual distress, well, that was his prerogative.

Ashmedai gave his father a short, confident head nod.

"You ready?"