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The information that the scouts reported back from the mines felt insufficient, and the Lieutenant made that perfectly clear at the time when the decisions were being made. His concerns were warranted and they were heard and Hector accepted the orders that were handed down to him.
Get in. Sabotage the Mines. Get out.
Under the cover of a moonless night, Hector and the small, mixed company of hoplites from various units made their way along the edge of the Red Sea, traveling by night to avoid the heat of the sweltering Egyptian summer and detections.
With the past fifteen years of soldiering under his belt, he had proven himself
There was plenty that could go wrong in all of this, he knew, but once the small company of eight made their way, hidden in the garb traditionally worn by the bedouin tribes in the region over their lightest armor.
Torchlight fire cast a glow from the quarry canyon before them, showing the entrances to the now-silent mines. The beauty of minework was that, even during the blazing heat of the day, the work down below offered a reprieve from the lashes of the suns rays, though it provided a different kind of heat.
By disrupting the Egyptian mining operations, they hoped to cripple some of the war production they had, as well as simply send a blow to the morale of to the heathen sand-rats by burying their men in unmarked tombs - unlike their pharaohs, they would be buried alive.
With few words, the men were split into watches and pairs - some keeping an eye out for the occasional sentries that would pass through the area, others preparing to climb down the cliffside, the prying bars they would use to damage the supports and wreck the equipment used by the miners replacing the doru spears along their backs.
Hector pressed himself to the ground, peering over the edge as he counted three sentry guards, noted by the motion of their torches. It was relatively poorly guarded, likely due to the fact that the mines were so damn far away from the main field of battle. Well, that was their folly, wasn't it? Two sat near each other in conversation and one walked further away and around the corner. Whispering the order to count how long passed until the sentry returned from around the corner, he turned to the other soldiers at his sides.
"Once we get a count of how long that guards' circuit is, then we will know how long we have to scale down then take cover behind that outcropping." Hector pointed an edging of stone that stuck out like the thumb of a hand, large enough to hide four men behind it. "The scouts reported that the rope holding together beams of the main mine were degrading, so we take those out first. Even if we just collapse at the entrance, it will distract them long enough for those two to do the same on the two minor entrances there and there...." He gestured to his two other companions before tilting his head towards the unmarked minor entrances.
"Those sentries will be preoccupied with getting the men out of the mine, so once it goes, we challenge Hermes for speed in getting the fuck out of there. Heard?"
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The information that the scouts reported back from the mines felt insufficient, and the Lieutenant made that perfectly clear at the time when the decisions were being made. His concerns were warranted and they were heard and Hector accepted the orders that were handed down to him.
Get in. Sabotage the Mines. Get out.
Under the cover of a moonless night, Hector and the small, mixed company of hoplites from various units made their way along the edge of the Red Sea, traveling by night to avoid the heat of the sweltering Egyptian summer and detections.
With the past fifteen years of soldiering under his belt, he had proven himself
There was plenty that could go wrong in all of this, he knew, but once the small company of eight made their way, hidden in the garb traditionally worn by the bedouin tribes in the region over their lightest armor.
Torchlight fire cast a glow from the quarry canyon before them, showing the entrances to the now-silent mines. The beauty of minework was that, even during the blazing heat of the day, the work down below offered a reprieve from the lashes of the suns rays, though it provided a different kind of heat.
By disrupting the Egyptian mining operations, they hoped to cripple some of the war production they had, as well as simply send a blow to the morale of to the heathen sand-rats by burying their men in unmarked tombs - unlike their pharaohs, they would be buried alive.
With few words, the men were split into watches and pairs - some keeping an eye out for the occasional sentries that would pass through the area, others preparing to climb down the cliffside, the prying bars they would use to damage the supports and wreck the equipment used by the miners replacing the doru spears along their backs.
Hector pressed himself to the ground, peering over the edge as he counted three sentry guards, noted by the motion of their torches. It was relatively poorly guarded, likely due to the fact that the mines were so damn far away from the main field of battle. Well, that was their folly, wasn't it? Two sat near each other in conversation and one walked further away and around the corner. Whispering the order to count how long passed until the sentry returned from around the corner, he turned to the other soldiers at his sides.
"Once we get a count of how long that guards' circuit is, then we will know how long we have to scale down then take cover behind that outcropping." Hector pointed an edging of stone that stuck out like the thumb of a hand, large enough to hide four men behind it. "The scouts reported that the rope holding together beams of the main mine were degrading, so we take those out first. Even if we just collapse at the entrance, it will distract them long enough for those two to do the same on the two minor entrances there and there...." He gestured to his two other companions before tilting his head towards the unmarked minor entrances.
"Those sentries will be preoccupied with getting the men out of the mine, so once it goes, we challenge Hermes for speed in getting the fuck out of there. Heard?"
The information that the scouts reported back from the mines felt insufficient, and the Lieutenant made that perfectly clear at the time when the decisions were being made. His concerns were warranted and they were heard and Hector accepted the orders that were handed down to him.
Get in. Sabotage the Mines. Get out.
Under the cover of a moonless night, Hector and the small, mixed company of hoplites from various units made their way along the edge of the Red Sea, traveling by night to avoid the heat of the sweltering Egyptian summer and detections.
With the past fifteen years of soldiering under his belt, he had proven himself
There was plenty that could go wrong in all of this, he knew, but once the small company of eight made their way, hidden in the garb traditionally worn by the bedouin tribes in the region over their lightest armor.
Torchlight fire cast a glow from the quarry canyon before them, showing the entrances to the now-silent mines. The beauty of minework was that, even during the blazing heat of the day, the work down below offered a reprieve from the lashes of the suns rays, though it provided a different kind of heat.
By disrupting the Egyptian mining operations, they hoped to cripple some of the war production they had, as well as simply send a blow to the morale of to the heathen sand-rats by burying their men in unmarked tombs - unlike their pharaohs, they would be buried alive.
With few words, the men were split into watches and pairs - some keeping an eye out for the occasional sentries that would pass through the area, others preparing to climb down the cliffside, the prying bars they would use to damage the supports and wreck the equipment used by the miners replacing the doru spears along their backs.
Hector pressed himself to the ground, peering over the edge as he counted three sentry guards, noted by the motion of their torches. It was relatively poorly guarded, likely due to the fact that the mines were so damn far away from the main field of battle. Well, that was their folly, wasn't it? Two sat near each other in conversation and one walked further away and around the corner. Whispering the order to count how long passed until the sentry returned from around the corner, he turned to the other soldiers at his sides.
"Once we get a count of how long that guards' circuit is, then we will know how long we have to scale down then take cover behind that outcropping." Hector pointed an edging of stone that stuck out like the thumb of a hand, large enough to hide four men behind it. "The scouts reported that the rope holding together beams of the main mine were degrading, so we take those out first. Even if we just collapse at the entrance, it will distract them long enough for those two to do the same on the two minor entrances there and there...." He gestured to his two other companions before tilting his head towards the unmarked minor entrances.
"Those sentries will be preoccupied with getting the men out of the mine, so once it goes, we challenge Hermes for speed in getting the fuck out of there. Heard?"
When Phaedra had deployed to war in Egypt, this was not exactly what she had been envisioning. What she had trained for, what she had experienced in her ten years of service had been nothing like this. She was used to battle formations and strategic maneuvering to make sure that the archers were in a position where they could hit the enemy forces while keeping at a distance from the actual fighting. Not that they weren’t trained in hand to hand combat if it came down to it, all archers were trained with shield and knife in case their position was overrun.
Stealth missions were not normally something Phaedra did, but she had not been asked her opinion on the matter. Her lieutenant had volunteered her for the position. She assumed on the strength of her archery skills. She couldn’t deny that someone who was able to snipe from a distance would be useful in a stealth situation. That way you could take out an opponent before they even knew you were there. Especially in the dark. That was their way in. That was the reason why she was here.
Hector of Arcana had been given command of this sabotage mission. He was an Athenian soldier, wholly unfamiliar to her before she had been sent on this sabotage mission. Regardless of that, as her commanding officer, she had to trust him. Luckily, he made this easy. His plan was sound, her role to take out the guards near the entrance so the men had more time to sabotage the mine before someone would notice and raise an alarm. In a pinch, she would be there to provide cover fire in order to help the others escape in case they were discovered.
Phaedra gave a sharp nod as Hector relayed the orders about how they needed to approach the mine. When the guard’s circuit was counted, Phaedra found herself quickly climbing down the mountain until she was behind the outcropping that Hector had indicated. There the guards would be within the range of her bows. She counted the seconds as she climbed down, moving as quickly as she dared without risking a slip of hand or foot that would send her tumbling down to the bottom of the canyon. She didn’t dare look down, not that much could be seen in the darkness of the night. All the climbing had to be done by feel.
Once they were safely hidden behind the rocks, Phaedra whispered to the others. “If we wait until the third guard returns, I can take out all three before they even know what’s hit them.” She looked to Hector, the commanding officer to approve of this plan as she pulled her bow over her head from where she had slung it crosswise over her body for the climb. She pulled some arrows from her quiver, quickly running her fingers over the fletching in the dark, trying to pick the best-made arrows that would shoot the truest. In this situation, every shot counted.
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When Phaedra had deployed to war in Egypt, this was not exactly what she had been envisioning. What she had trained for, what she had experienced in her ten years of service had been nothing like this. She was used to battle formations and strategic maneuvering to make sure that the archers were in a position where they could hit the enemy forces while keeping at a distance from the actual fighting. Not that they weren’t trained in hand to hand combat if it came down to it, all archers were trained with shield and knife in case their position was overrun.
Stealth missions were not normally something Phaedra did, but she had not been asked her opinion on the matter. Her lieutenant had volunteered her for the position. She assumed on the strength of her archery skills. She couldn’t deny that someone who was able to snipe from a distance would be useful in a stealth situation. That way you could take out an opponent before they even knew you were there. Especially in the dark. That was their way in. That was the reason why she was here.
Hector of Arcana had been given command of this sabotage mission. He was an Athenian soldier, wholly unfamiliar to her before she had been sent on this sabotage mission. Regardless of that, as her commanding officer, she had to trust him. Luckily, he made this easy. His plan was sound, her role to take out the guards near the entrance so the men had more time to sabotage the mine before someone would notice and raise an alarm. In a pinch, she would be there to provide cover fire in order to help the others escape in case they were discovered.
Phaedra gave a sharp nod as Hector relayed the orders about how they needed to approach the mine. When the guard’s circuit was counted, Phaedra found herself quickly climbing down the mountain until she was behind the outcropping that Hector had indicated. There the guards would be within the range of her bows. She counted the seconds as she climbed down, moving as quickly as she dared without risking a slip of hand or foot that would send her tumbling down to the bottom of the canyon. She didn’t dare look down, not that much could be seen in the darkness of the night. All the climbing had to be done by feel.
Once they were safely hidden behind the rocks, Phaedra whispered to the others. “If we wait until the third guard returns, I can take out all three before they even know what’s hit them.” She looked to Hector, the commanding officer to approve of this plan as she pulled her bow over her head from where she had slung it crosswise over her body for the climb. She pulled some arrows from her quiver, quickly running her fingers over the fletching in the dark, trying to pick the best-made arrows that would shoot the truest. In this situation, every shot counted.
When Phaedra had deployed to war in Egypt, this was not exactly what she had been envisioning. What she had trained for, what she had experienced in her ten years of service had been nothing like this. She was used to battle formations and strategic maneuvering to make sure that the archers were in a position where they could hit the enemy forces while keeping at a distance from the actual fighting. Not that they weren’t trained in hand to hand combat if it came down to it, all archers were trained with shield and knife in case their position was overrun.
Stealth missions were not normally something Phaedra did, but she had not been asked her opinion on the matter. Her lieutenant had volunteered her for the position. She assumed on the strength of her archery skills. She couldn’t deny that someone who was able to snipe from a distance would be useful in a stealth situation. That way you could take out an opponent before they even knew you were there. Especially in the dark. That was their way in. That was the reason why she was here.
Hector of Arcana had been given command of this sabotage mission. He was an Athenian soldier, wholly unfamiliar to her before she had been sent on this sabotage mission. Regardless of that, as her commanding officer, she had to trust him. Luckily, he made this easy. His plan was sound, her role to take out the guards near the entrance so the men had more time to sabotage the mine before someone would notice and raise an alarm. In a pinch, she would be there to provide cover fire in order to help the others escape in case they were discovered.
Phaedra gave a sharp nod as Hector relayed the orders about how they needed to approach the mine. When the guard’s circuit was counted, Phaedra found herself quickly climbing down the mountain until she was behind the outcropping that Hector had indicated. There the guards would be within the range of her bows. She counted the seconds as she climbed down, moving as quickly as she dared without risking a slip of hand or foot that would send her tumbling down to the bottom of the canyon. She didn’t dare look down, not that much could be seen in the darkness of the night. All the climbing had to be done by feel.
Once they were safely hidden behind the rocks, Phaedra whispered to the others. “If we wait until the third guard returns, I can take out all three before they even know what’s hit them.” She looked to Hector, the commanding officer to approve of this plan as she pulled her bow over her head from where she had slung it crosswise over her body for the climb. She pulled some arrows from her quiver, quickly running her fingers over the fletching in the dark, trying to pick the best-made arrows that would shoot the truest. In this situation, every shot counted.
Hector never felt more steady and assured than he did in the moments before a fight. Throughout his life, he had developed a tendency to worry about the details, about the effects of action or inaction, about what was to come. Yet, in these precious moments before, there was a comfort and determination that took him, confident that all the worrying and thought prior had been all but set in stone.
A plan was in place.
Now, that wasn't to say that a plan couldn't go to utter shit in an instant. However, the blessing of such a thing for Hector was that, in the heat of a moment, he could not actually worry about anything. He could act. He was the essence of 'a man of action' and thrived in such situations. He always had. Plans were important, but stressful to concoct. He always bore more confidence in letting his body resort to the years of training, stamina built from days in every element, and the blessings of good judgement and ferocity that he believed had been granted to him for his years of devotion to the gods.
When he asked for an archer or two, Hector had not expected a woman to be a part of their party. Long he had heard of the female Colchian archery units, but this conflict brought them all under combined commands. He was pleased to have a few rumors dispelled - their breasts were intact and not removed to make for better use of Artemis' blessed weapon and, unlike the Amazonian women he envisioned, they were the size of normal women. It eased his mind significantly to make those realizations.
The archer, Phaedra, had been mostly quiet throughout the journey towards the mines, which was fair enough. Yet, there was no mistaking the Colchian iron in her eyes, her expression stoic and her demure stature carrying a warrior's physique in the same way as the few other men in their party. That, in itself, also eased his mind. While he could hardly imagine any of the Athenian women he knew using a bow outside of sport or hunting in the further reaches of the province, there was a certainty exuding from the woman over the weapon in her hand the same way he felt with his own.
Descending the rockface in the night made him grateful that he did not have a fear of heights. Each time he heard a soft chink of loose rubble tumble down, he winced, his eyes constantly peeking over towards reflection of torchlight in the ravine - no movement towards them.
Once settled behind the stones, Hector began to assess the situation from this angle, his hand itching towards the blades tucked away on his person. Hector felt somewhat naked without his shield, but given the nature of this particular task, it would have caused far too much of an issue and risked their exposure.
All three men turned to Phaedra the moment she spoke, all three of their brows raised. It was an incredibly inviting prospect - without the aboveground guards to sound the alarm, then none of the guards watching over the mining slaves below would be drawn above in droves. It might even grant them enough time to not only collapse all of the mine entrances, but to destroy some of the equipment as well.
Still somewhat of a hot-headed soldier, he eyed the wooden scaffolds that properly led down to the mining ravine, and a smirk sparked slightly. He was at war in himself for the briefest moment between wanting them to remain undetected....and to set that son of a bitch on fire, along with anything else that would catch before hauling it as far away from the area as possible. The thought almost made him giddy, but he kept it from showing too much.
Instead, he replied with a curt nod.
"Do it," Hector murmured, unsheathing his blade as well. The two other men followed suit, knowing that even if the archer performed her duty well, there was no guarantee that they would be alone long enough to complete everything they wanted to, "Then, back up the ridge, and pick off any who manage to make their way above ground."
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Hector never felt more steady and assured than he did in the moments before a fight. Throughout his life, he had developed a tendency to worry about the details, about the effects of action or inaction, about what was to come. Yet, in these precious moments before, there was a comfort and determination that took him, confident that all the worrying and thought prior had been all but set in stone.
A plan was in place.
Now, that wasn't to say that a plan couldn't go to utter shit in an instant. However, the blessing of such a thing for Hector was that, in the heat of a moment, he could not actually worry about anything. He could act. He was the essence of 'a man of action' and thrived in such situations. He always had. Plans were important, but stressful to concoct. He always bore more confidence in letting his body resort to the years of training, stamina built from days in every element, and the blessings of good judgement and ferocity that he believed had been granted to him for his years of devotion to the gods.
When he asked for an archer or two, Hector had not expected a woman to be a part of their party. Long he had heard of the female Colchian archery units, but this conflict brought them all under combined commands. He was pleased to have a few rumors dispelled - their breasts were intact and not removed to make for better use of Artemis' blessed weapon and, unlike the Amazonian women he envisioned, they were the size of normal women. It eased his mind significantly to make those realizations.
The archer, Phaedra, had been mostly quiet throughout the journey towards the mines, which was fair enough. Yet, there was no mistaking the Colchian iron in her eyes, her expression stoic and her demure stature carrying a warrior's physique in the same way as the few other men in their party. That, in itself, also eased his mind. While he could hardly imagine any of the Athenian women he knew using a bow outside of sport or hunting in the further reaches of the province, there was a certainty exuding from the woman over the weapon in her hand the same way he felt with his own.
Descending the rockface in the night made him grateful that he did not have a fear of heights. Each time he heard a soft chink of loose rubble tumble down, he winced, his eyes constantly peeking over towards reflection of torchlight in the ravine - no movement towards them.
Once settled behind the stones, Hector began to assess the situation from this angle, his hand itching towards the blades tucked away on his person. Hector felt somewhat naked without his shield, but given the nature of this particular task, it would have caused far too much of an issue and risked their exposure.
All three men turned to Phaedra the moment she spoke, all three of their brows raised. It was an incredibly inviting prospect - without the aboveground guards to sound the alarm, then none of the guards watching over the mining slaves below would be drawn above in droves. It might even grant them enough time to not only collapse all of the mine entrances, but to destroy some of the equipment as well.
Still somewhat of a hot-headed soldier, he eyed the wooden scaffolds that properly led down to the mining ravine, and a smirk sparked slightly. He was at war in himself for the briefest moment between wanting them to remain undetected....and to set that son of a bitch on fire, along with anything else that would catch before hauling it as far away from the area as possible. The thought almost made him giddy, but he kept it from showing too much.
Instead, he replied with a curt nod.
"Do it," Hector murmured, unsheathing his blade as well. The two other men followed suit, knowing that even if the archer performed her duty well, there was no guarantee that they would be alone long enough to complete everything they wanted to, "Then, back up the ridge, and pick off any who manage to make their way above ground."
Hector never felt more steady and assured than he did in the moments before a fight. Throughout his life, he had developed a tendency to worry about the details, about the effects of action or inaction, about what was to come. Yet, in these precious moments before, there was a comfort and determination that took him, confident that all the worrying and thought prior had been all but set in stone.
A plan was in place.
Now, that wasn't to say that a plan couldn't go to utter shit in an instant. However, the blessing of such a thing for Hector was that, in the heat of a moment, he could not actually worry about anything. He could act. He was the essence of 'a man of action' and thrived in such situations. He always had. Plans were important, but stressful to concoct. He always bore more confidence in letting his body resort to the years of training, stamina built from days in every element, and the blessings of good judgement and ferocity that he believed had been granted to him for his years of devotion to the gods.
When he asked for an archer or two, Hector had not expected a woman to be a part of their party. Long he had heard of the female Colchian archery units, but this conflict brought them all under combined commands. He was pleased to have a few rumors dispelled - their breasts were intact and not removed to make for better use of Artemis' blessed weapon and, unlike the Amazonian women he envisioned, they were the size of normal women. It eased his mind significantly to make those realizations.
The archer, Phaedra, had been mostly quiet throughout the journey towards the mines, which was fair enough. Yet, there was no mistaking the Colchian iron in her eyes, her expression stoic and her demure stature carrying a warrior's physique in the same way as the few other men in their party. That, in itself, also eased his mind. While he could hardly imagine any of the Athenian women he knew using a bow outside of sport or hunting in the further reaches of the province, there was a certainty exuding from the woman over the weapon in her hand the same way he felt with his own.
Descending the rockface in the night made him grateful that he did not have a fear of heights. Each time he heard a soft chink of loose rubble tumble down, he winced, his eyes constantly peeking over towards reflection of torchlight in the ravine - no movement towards them.
Once settled behind the stones, Hector began to assess the situation from this angle, his hand itching towards the blades tucked away on his person. Hector felt somewhat naked without his shield, but given the nature of this particular task, it would have caused far too much of an issue and risked their exposure.
All three men turned to Phaedra the moment she spoke, all three of their brows raised. It was an incredibly inviting prospect - without the aboveground guards to sound the alarm, then none of the guards watching over the mining slaves below would be drawn above in droves. It might even grant them enough time to not only collapse all of the mine entrances, but to destroy some of the equipment as well.
Still somewhat of a hot-headed soldier, he eyed the wooden scaffolds that properly led down to the mining ravine, and a smirk sparked slightly. He was at war in himself for the briefest moment between wanting them to remain undetected....and to set that son of a bitch on fire, along with anything else that would catch before hauling it as far away from the area as possible. The thought almost made him giddy, but he kept it from showing too much.
Instead, he replied with a curt nod.
"Do it," Hector murmured, unsheathing his blade as well. The two other men followed suit, knowing that even if the archer performed her duty well, there was no guarantee that they would be alone long enough to complete everything they wanted to, "Then, back up the ridge, and pick off any who manage to make their way above ground."
Phaedra was lucky that Hector was a leader that valued the input of his subordinates. He had listened when she gave her advice on what her capabilities were. There were some who would see such a suggestion as a challenge to their authority and she had fought under such types before. In her experience, it never ended well. She was relieved that a mission as this, which required finesse, her leader was willing to listen to advice. It made her more confident that they would all make it out alive.
Phaedra nodded sharply, denoting that she had heard and understood her orders. Phaedra continued carefully picking arrows, taking her time. This first step was vital and shouldn’t be rushed. If it was done correctly, they’d have a good length of time before they were discovered. If she did it wrong, they’d reveal their position to not only the mine guards but any soldiers within shouting distance. Then they would be outnumbered, just a group of four Greeks cut off in enemy territory.
Phaedra peered carefully around the rock, lining up her shot for the two guards that were currently in view. She waited, unmoving for the third guard to come back into view. There he was. She drew her bow holding her breath until he walked in front of the other two guards. There, with the three of them in a tight grouping, she let her arrow fly, taking the guy down. Quickly nocked the second arrow, and aimed for the guard to the right of the mine. His startled expression still unsure about what had happened as the second arrow hit true. As she nocked the final arrow, the third guard seemed to have realized they were being fired upon. His eyes searched the area for the source of the arrows and he started to call out for others “He…” his voice was cut off as the third arrow found its target.
A few moments of action and it was done. It was unfortunate that the last guard had been able to get anything out. It was just a syllable, and it hadn’t reached full volume, but it could cause problems for them. That was what she was there for, to make sure anyone who came looking met the same fate as the mine guards. Phaedra threw the bow back across her body and began to scramble back up the ridge. It was best to do this as quickly as possible, no time to dally. She wanted to be back in position to shoot in case anyone turned up.
She climbed back up the ridge, picking her hand and footholds carefully. This way felt much safer than going down. Her goal was up, she just had to keep looking up. It was much easier not to think of how the distance between her and the ground was growing.
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Phaedra was lucky that Hector was a leader that valued the input of his subordinates. He had listened when she gave her advice on what her capabilities were. There were some who would see such a suggestion as a challenge to their authority and she had fought under such types before. In her experience, it never ended well. She was relieved that a mission as this, which required finesse, her leader was willing to listen to advice. It made her more confident that they would all make it out alive.
Phaedra nodded sharply, denoting that she had heard and understood her orders. Phaedra continued carefully picking arrows, taking her time. This first step was vital and shouldn’t be rushed. If it was done correctly, they’d have a good length of time before they were discovered. If she did it wrong, they’d reveal their position to not only the mine guards but any soldiers within shouting distance. Then they would be outnumbered, just a group of four Greeks cut off in enemy territory.
Phaedra peered carefully around the rock, lining up her shot for the two guards that were currently in view. She waited, unmoving for the third guard to come back into view. There he was. She drew her bow holding her breath until he walked in front of the other two guards. There, with the three of them in a tight grouping, she let her arrow fly, taking the guy down. Quickly nocked the second arrow, and aimed for the guard to the right of the mine. His startled expression still unsure about what had happened as the second arrow hit true. As she nocked the final arrow, the third guard seemed to have realized they were being fired upon. His eyes searched the area for the source of the arrows and he started to call out for others “He…” his voice was cut off as the third arrow found its target.
A few moments of action and it was done. It was unfortunate that the last guard had been able to get anything out. It was just a syllable, and it hadn’t reached full volume, but it could cause problems for them. That was what she was there for, to make sure anyone who came looking met the same fate as the mine guards. Phaedra threw the bow back across her body and began to scramble back up the ridge. It was best to do this as quickly as possible, no time to dally. She wanted to be back in position to shoot in case anyone turned up.
She climbed back up the ridge, picking her hand and footholds carefully. This way felt much safer than going down. Her goal was up, she just had to keep looking up. It was much easier not to think of how the distance between her and the ground was growing.
Phaedra was lucky that Hector was a leader that valued the input of his subordinates. He had listened when she gave her advice on what her capabilities were. There were some who would see such a suggestion as a challenge to their authority and she had fought under such types before. In her experience, it never ended well. She was relieved that a mission as this, which required finesse, her leader was willing to listen to advice. It made her more confident that they would all make it out alive.
Phaedra nodded sharply, denoting that she had heard and understood her orders. Phaedra continued carefully picking arrows, taking her time. This first step was vital and shouldn’t be rushed. If it was done correctly, they’d have a good length of time before they were discovered. If she did it wrong, they’d reveal their position to not only the mine guards but any soldiers within shouting distance. Then they would be outnumbered, just a group of four Greeks cut off in enemy territory.
Phaedra peered carefully around the rock, lining up her shot for the two guards that were currently in view. She waited, unmoving for the third guard to come back into view. There he was. She drew her bow holding her breath until he walked in front of the other two guards. There, with the three of them in a tight grouping, she let her arrow fly, taking the guy down. Quickly nocked the second arrow, and aimed for the guard to the right of the mine. His startled expression still unsure about what had happened as the second arrow hit true. As she nocked the final arrow, the third guard seemed to have realized they were being fired upon. His eyes searched the area for the source of the arrows and he started to call out for others “He…” his voice was cut off as the third arrow found its target.
A few moments of action and it was done. It was unfortunate that the last guard had been able to get anything out. It was just a syllable, and it hadn’t reached full volume, but it could cause problems for them. That was what she was there for, to make sure anyone who came looking met the same fate as the mine guards. Phaedra threw the bow back across her body and began to scramble back up the ridge. It was best to do this as quickly as possible, no time to dally. She wanted to be back in position to shoot in case anyone turned up.
She climbed back up the ridge, picking her hand and footholds carefully. This way felt much safer than going down. Her goal was up, she just had to keep looking up. It was much easier not to think of how the distance between her and the ground was growing.
Hector watched as the woman methodically prepared, an odd sense of admiration flickering there. He was impressed by the focus she shared in the join nature of this task. If her talent aligned in any way with her confidence, then he imagined this would not take long. The other men watched with the same attention, their bodies coiling just as his own did, ready to sprint as soon as the three guards were felled.
Just as Phaedra released her last arrow, they sprung forward into action, their feet kicking up small clouds of dirt and dust as they made their way to the entrances.
No sooner had he arrived at the first entrance, he could see the aging supports, bound together by fraying ropes. This, in theory, should be easy. Particularly if the other entrance matched its weakness. Flicking out his blade, he began to saw at the corners that were bound together. Keeping an eye on the rocks above, he knew he had to move quickly, or he would be buried beneath the stones just as the miners.
His attention was drawn to approaching torchlight along the walls of the tunnel and he froze a quick moment as he locked eyes with an Egyptian guard who shouted at him in Coptic, the distinct ring of metal echoing as he drew his sword.
Shit.
Ideally, he would draw the man out into the valley again, but that would leave the supports intact and potentially bring more to the surface. The Egyptian with his khopesh charged, and Hector lurched towards him as well, ducking low so as to hit him as HARD as possible in the gut. Why Egyptians chose for their military to remain unarmored was beyond him.
With a grunt, both Hector and the Egyptian were flung to the floor of the Mineshaft, grappling a moment as they both tried to scramble to their feet. Hector decided that, if he couldn't best him in the mine...he would need someone else to do so. And so, he ran towards the entrance of the mine, hoping that the archer was in place on the ridge. Naturally, the guard chased, shouting along the way until Hector came to a full stop at the entrance, turning back around on the guard and slicing back at him with his own blade, the force of it reverberating up his forearm. Then, dropping his weapon, he used both hands to grapple the Egyptians sword-wielding forearm and with all the force he had within him, flung him as hard as he could out the entrance of the mine, watching as he tumbled with a grunt and growl to the ground.
In the moment he tried to make his way to his feet again, Hector heard the whistle of an arrow....
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Hector watched as the woman methodically prepared, an odd sense of admiration flickering there. He was impressed by the focus she shared in the join nature of this task. If her talent aligned in any way with her confidence, then he imagined this would not take long. The other men watched with the same attention, their bodies coiling just as his own did, ready to sprint as soon as the three guards were felled.
Just as Phaedra released her last arrow, they sprung forward into action, their feet kicking up small clouds of dirt and dust as they made their way to the entrances.
No sooner had he arrived at the first entrance, he could see the aging supports, bound together by fraying ropes. This, in theory, should be easy. Particularly if the other entrance matched its weakness. Flicking out his blade, he began to saw at the corners that were bound together. Keeping an eye on the rocks above, he knew he had to move quickly, or he would be buried beneath the stones just as the miners.
His attention was drawn to approaching torchlight along the walls of the tunnel and he froze a quick moment as he locked eyes with an Egyptian guard who shouted at him in Coptic, the distinct ring of metal echoing as he drew his sword.
Shit.
Ideally, he would draw the man out into the valley again, but that would leave the supports intact and potentially bring more to the surface. The Egyptian with his khopesh charged, and Hector lurched towards him as well, ducking low so as to hit him as HARD as possible in the gut. Why Egyptians chose for their military to remain unarmored was beyond him.
With a grunt, both Hector and the Egyptian were flung to the floor of the Mineshaft, grappling a moment as they both tried to scramble to their feet. Hector decided that, if he couldn't best him in the mine...he would need someone else to do so. And so, he ran towards the entrance of the mine, hoping that the archer was in place on the ridge. Naturally, the guard chased, shouting along the way until Hector came to a full stop at the entrance, turning back around on the guard and slicing back at him with his own blade, the force of it reverberating up his forearm. Then, dropping his weapon, he used both hands to grapple the Egyptians sword-wielding forearm and with all the force he had within him, flung him as hard as he could out the entrance of the mine, watching as he tumbled with a grunt and growl to the ground.
In the moment he tried to make his way to his feet again, Hector heard the whistle of an arrow....
Hector watched as the woman methodically prepared, an odd sense of admiration flickering there. He was impressed by the focus she shared in the join nature of this task. If her talent aligned in any way with her confidence, then he imagined this would not take long. The other men watched with the same attention, their bodies coiling just as his own did, ready to sprint as soon as the three guards were felled.
Just as Phaedra released her last arrow, they sprung forward into action, their feet kicking up small clouds of dirt and dust as they made their way to the entrances.
No sooner had he arrived at the first entrance, he could see the aging supports, bound together by fraying ropes. This, in theory, should be easy. Particularly if the other entrance matched its weakness. Flicking out his blade, he began to saw at the corners that were bound together. Keeping an eye on the rocks above, he knew he had to move quickly, or he would be buried beneath the stones just as the miners.
His attention was drawn to approaching torchlight along the walls of the tunnel and he froze a quick moment as he locked eyes with an Egyptian guard who shouted at him in Coptic, the distinct ring of metal echoing as he drew his sword.
Shit.
Ideally, he would draw the man out into the valley again, but that would leave the supports intact and potentially bring more to the surface. The Egyptian with his khopesh charged, and Hector lurched towards him as well, ducking low so as to hit him as HARD as possible in the gut. Why Egyptians chose for their military to remain unarmored was beyond him.
With a grunt, both Hector and the Egyptian were flung to the floor of the Mineshaft, grappling a moment as they both tried to scramble to their feet. Hector decided that, if he couldn't best him in the mine...he would need someone else to do so. And so, he ran towards the entrance of the mine, hoping that the archer was in place on the ridge. Naturally, the guard chased, shouting along the way until Hector came to a full stop at the entrance, turning back around on the guard and slicing back at him with his own blade, the force of it reverberating up his forearm. Then, dropping his weapon, he used both hands to grapple the Egyptians sword-wielding forearm and with all the force he had within him, flung him as hard as he could out the entrance of the mine, watching as he tumbled with a grunt and growl to the ground.
In the moment he tried to make his way to his feet again, Hector heard the whistle of an arrow....
As Phaedra settled back in at the top of the cliff, she expected that she might have some time where things would remain quiet. While the men were inside sabotaging the mines, she was on lookout duty. It was often a boring job, but that didn’t mean it was unimportant. She nocked an arrow in case someone might appear suddenly. She needed to make sure that no one might approach the mine entrance while the men were inside.
As the moments crept on, she suddenly heard a yell from inside the mines. Coptic, she couldn’t understand a word of it. The men had been spotted, or so she assumed. She was on high alert for anything that she might be able to do, but they were in the mines, shielded from her view by feet of solid rock, too far away to do anything to help. It was in the gods’ hands now.
There were a few tense moments of shouts and grunts from inside the cave, her watching for any sign of movement where she might be able to aim an arrow or any sign that the men who she can come with might still be alive. A shadow appeared across the mine entrance, followed quickly by a Phaedra pulled back her arrow, but did not fire, at first unable to tell if the man was friend or foe. No, he was an Egyptian and she quickly released the arrow into the man. A second arrow made certain that the man would rise no more from the sands of Egypt.
However, the cries had alerted some nearby guards. She counted five approaching the mine entrance. A few arrows quickly took down the first two that approached, but the others kept coming. She managed to pick off the last of the group right as they entered the caves, but once they entered, they were again lost from her arrow range. She kept an arrow nocked in case there was anything else she could help with, but it was back to a waiting game now until someone emerged from the mines, Greek or Egyptian.
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As Phaedra settled back in at the top of the cliff, she expected that she might have some time where things would remain quiet. While the men were inside sabotaging the mines, she was on lookout duty. It was often a boring job, but that didn’t mean it was unimportant. She nocked an arrow in case someone might appear suddenly. She needed to make sure that no one might approach the mine entrance while the men were inside.
As the moments crept on, she suddenly heard a yell from inside the mines. Coptic, she couldn’t understand a word of it. The men had been spotted, or so she assumed. She was on high alert for anything that she might be able to do, but they were in the mines, shielded from her view by feet of solid rock, too far away to do anything to help. It was in the gods’ hands now.
There were a few tense moments of shouts and grunts from inside the cave, her watching for any sign of movement where she might be able to aim an arrow or any sign that the men who she can come with might still be alive. A shadow appeared across the mine entrance, followed quickly by a Phaedra pulled back her arrow, but did not fire, at first unable to tell if the man was friend or foe. No, he was an Egyptian and she quickly released the arrow into the man. A second arrow made certain that the man would rise no more from the sands of Egypt.
However, the cries had alerted some nearby guards. She counted five approaching the mine entrance. A few arrows quickly took down the first two that approached, but the others kept coming. She managed to pick off the last of the group right as they entered the caves, but once they entered, they were again lost from her arrow range. She kept an arrow nocked in case there was anything else she could help with, but it was back to a waiting game now until someone emerged from the mines, Greek or Egyptian.
As Phaedra settled back in at the top of the cliff, she expected that she might have some time where things would remain quiet. While the men were inside sabotaging the mines, she was on lookout duty. It was often a boring job, but that didn’t mean it was unimportant. She nocked an arrow in case someone might appear suddenly. She needed to make sure that no one might approach the mine entrance while the men were inside.
As the moments crept on, she suddenly heard a yell from inside the mines. Coptic, she couldn’t understand a word of it. The men had been spotted, or so she assumed. She was on high alert for anything that she might be able to do, but they were in the mines, shielded from her view by feet of solid rock, too far away to do anything to help. It was in the gods’ hands now.
There were a few tense moments of shouts and grunts from inside the cave, her watching for any sign of movement where she might be able to aim an arrow or any sign that the men who she can come with might still be alive. A shadow appeared across the mine entrance, followed quickly by a Phaedra pulled back her arrow, but did not fire, at first unable to tell if the man was friend or foe. No, he was an Egyptian and she quickly released the arrow into the man. A second arrow made certain that the man would rise no more from the sands of Egypt.
However, the cries had alerted some nearby guards. She counted five approaching the mine entrance. A few arrows quickly took down the first two that approached, but the others kept coming. She managed to pick off the last of the group right as they entered the caves, but once they entered, they were again lost from her arrow range. She kept an arrow nocked in case there was anything else she could help with, but it was back to a waiting game now until someone emerged from the mines, Greek or Egyptian.
