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Then perhaps it was fortunate for them that their heavier members were their most prominent fighters and that those who might easily make it over the slope were those that might need protecting. Snake did not know everyone as well as Gabriel might, so he was ignorant of those of the group who were actually more pacifistic than anything. Such beliefs were deeply, deeply wrong to the soldier. It was like the most blatant atheist spouting his or her own deep-seated beliefs before the most pious and devout Catholic—the sheer opposite nature was enough to make him want to cringe. Nonetheless, they would need to be protected in a case of all-out attack, and this was most likely where it might happen. Though Snake could make it up onto the ledge, he knew that he would by no means turn his back like that. No, he would be on the front lines, fighting just as any of the others might. It was his duty in the clan, and not to mention his entire life and existence.
It was by no means impossible for the Aquila to hoist himself up onto the ridge, however. After some deliberate movement up the loose snow and scree, he scrambled up to the place next to where Snake was standing, looking on with vague amusement. He sat uneasily as the leader walked about the tabletop peak of the plateau, looking out over the lands that he owned. Briefly Snake tried to envision how it was in his mind. Snake had never been a very dominant-type canine—he was far too solitary for that. The thought of ruling over a group or owning a territory were very outlandish for him. Suddenly he grew a greater respect for the hybrid that he called his Aquila, and for the rest that managed leadership positions.
Gabriel extracted a few key points from the location and Snake nodded, adding, "It is a very good place to have in reserve. It is not to say that we will use it, of course. But you never know." He wouldn't put it past Haku Soul to lead his battle-ready warriors into war in the middle of the night against the coyotes when they were lulled into false security. He wouldn't put any atrocity or dishonor past the blue-eyed Rosen, actually. "It is a good defensive position, and the route is complicated enough to even lose pursuers. We could plan here or fight here." Versatility was a powerful ally in war.
But now as Snake looked down the sharp slope that led back down to the foothills and then to the rocky wastes of Inferni, he began to worry about getting back down. Up was easy. Down was far more treacherous. Gravity would love nothing more than to have them slip and then crush their bodies down onto the rocks below.
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Then perhaps it was fortunate for them that their heavier members were their most prominent fighters and that those who might easily make it over the slope were those that might need protecting. Snake did not know everyone as well as Gabriel might, so he was ignorant of those of the group who were actually more pacifistic than anything. Such beliefs were deeply, deeply wrong to the soldier. It was like the most blatant atheist spouting his or her own deep-seated beliefs before the most pious and devout Catholic—the sheer opposite nature was enough to make him want to cringe. Nonetheless, they would need to be protected in a case of all-out attack, and this was most likely where it might happen. Though Snake could make it up onto the ledge, he knew that he would by no means turn his back like that. No, he would be on the front lines, fighting just as any of the others might. It was his duty in the clan, and not to mention his entire life and existence.
It was by no means impossible for the Aquila to hoist himself up onto the ridge, however. After some deliberate movement up the loose snow and scree, he scrambled up to the place next to where Snake was standing, looking on with vague amusement. He sat uneasily as the leader walked about the tabletop peak of the plateau, looking out over the lands that he owned. Briefly Snake tried to envision how it was in his mind. Snake had never been a very dominant-type canine—he was far too solitary for that. The thought of ruling over a group or owning a territory were very outlandish for him. Suddenly he grew a greater respect for the hybrid that he called his Aquila, and for the rest that managed leadership positions.
Gabriel extracted a few key points from the location and Snake nodded, adding, "It is a very good place to have in reserve. It is not to say that we will use it, of course. But you never know." He wouldn't put it past Haku Soul to lead his battle-ready warriors into war in the middle of the night against the coyotes when they were lulled into false security. He wouldn't put any atrocity or dishonor past the blue-eyed Rosen, actually. "It is a good defensive position, and the route is complicated enough to even lose pursuers. We could plan here or fight here." Versatility was a powerful ally in war.
But now as Snake looked down the sharp slope that led back down to the foothills and then to the rocky wastes of Inferni, he began to worry about getting back down. Up was easy. Down was far more treacherous. Gravity would love nothing more than to have them slip and then crush their bodies down onto the rocks below.