Fiora’s expression remained hard, her glare cutting into every single other person in the room that dared to laugh.
“Forgive me, General, but I specifically remember writing a report on the risks this region poses, where I detailed specifically what I have just said?” she turned to him blinking, almost matching the tone he had given her, “I trust this didn’t reach you.”
She didn’t wait for him to respond before she turned back to the board, a sigh escaping her. Paperwork for the sake of keeping her busy? Typical. She wasn’t going to linger on it, she could read their faces. There were too many lives on the line. Her inexperience at the war table was showing. She just wracked her brain for what she was taught about the last time Demacia had defended this area.
“You press forward, it’s a bloodbath, you fall back, just the same. At least historically, the better option is to call the retreat. You cut your troops off already by moving them in…” Fiora removed the figures she placed on the table and grabbed a fistful more from the box, placing them down in a group outside the ring of Demacian ones, “…but the Dauntless won’t expect you to send in more men from their flank.”
She pulled the box over and started looking through it for something else, slowly picking out more pieces as she talked.
“You will need to create an opening for them to return to cover. I don’t know how many men you have left but you’ll need at least a small party…” once she counted the right amount, she placed down five black raven pieces on the ring.
“Getting their attention would cause them to concentrate their forces to the attacked area. Swain sent five Ravens with me to assist you if needed. They’re an option to clear it quietly, but they still need backup if things turn sour.”
She stepped back, the same worry that was painted on their faces spread to hers.
”I don’t know what else I can suggest.”
The room once again fell silent. Every man at the table felt insulted at the insinuation that they needed help from Swain’s Ravens, but they didn’t dare speak against it -- because they did.
Her glare didn’t help, either.
Darius’ eyes pour over the table, taking in her words and accentuating the silence in the tent. It became uncomfortable, everyone in the room at the mercy of the general’s decision, the general who’s anger became more visible with each moment as he realized he had no other options.
“Fine.” he finally speaks, hardly audible as he straightens his backs and cools his temper. “Fine. You’re right.” his eyes turn from Fiora to his gathering, “Send the order for the men to retreat, and assault the Dauntless in their flanks, by your order. Send the Ravens too. Go.”
There’s a collective sigh of relief from the general's court, who promptly disperse to gather their officers and dispense their orders, but before the Raven herself could leave he pipes up again; “Except you, Nightraven.”
He drags a finger across the map table as he approaches the surprised woman, a coy, almost mocking smile on his face as he watches his men clear the tent.
“I admire your dedication - but the next time you want me to get a message, make sure a Noxian sends it.”
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