"Oh, I like that," Scipio agrees, picking up the thread of suggestions right where Rafael had left off, so swift they nearly share the breath. Alistair has had time to grow used to the patter of Skip and Rafa's banter, but probably not used to it enough that he is able to unseat or interrupt that patter.
"We are good at the flanks. At attacking from flanks," he clarifies, as he does a gesture with his hands, one chop that draws invisible brackets in the air. Flanks. Two. Crunch. Maybe good at flanks in some other sense too, but right now, we are all discussing attacking. "And we do not have shields or armor. We would do better if we were to be snucking up. It is a style that suits us, yes?"
Snucking. He says it with such confidence that it might actually sound a little right, and he charges on to agree with himself:
"Yes, I think we should go with Rafa's plan. It is a very good plan. Less risk of staining, too." Not that their clothes are so fine any longer, but it is the principle. A man must care for what finery he has, even if it is a poor sort of finery. To let it grow poorer would be careless.
ok but why would we want to stop you
"We are good at the flanks. At attacking from flanks," he clarifies, as he does a gesture with his hands, one chop that draws invisible brackets in the air. Flanks. Two. Crunch. Maybe good at flanks in some other sense too, but right now, we are all discussing attacking. "And we do not have shields or armor. We would do better if we were to be snucking up. It is a style that suits us, yes?"
Snucking. He says it with such confidence that it might actually sound a little right, and he charges on to agree with himself:
"Yes, I think we should go with Rafa's plan. It is a very good plan. Less risk of staining, too." Not that their clothes are so fine any longer, but it is the principle. A man must care for what finery he has, even if it is a poor sort of finery. To let it grow poorer would be careless.