Gonna draw your last breaths, at the end of our Mek’Leths

Hazel remained on the Warlord's right flank as they crossed to the Islands, gaze burning. This wasn't just about the raid. No, it was about sending a message. They were sending a message to the newly re-formed pirates. They weren't going to be fucked with by the new regime, they weren't going to be trifled with. There's a burning in her green gaze, something bright and unsettling. Her first raid as the General, and she was going to rise to the occasion. Rise and keep rising-- the same as she always has.

She remains painfully aware of the Warlord's previous orders. Make sure that the path to the healers remains clear. Keep an eye on everyone. They would all make it out if Hazel had anything to say about it. They would all make it back. Between then and now? Well, it was going to be a raid for the ages. She could feel it in her bones, she could feel it in her chest. Splitting away from Sirius's side to cover more ground, Hazel is ready. Fuck, she's more than ready. It's time.

"Speech"