Nocturne Summit submerged in limbo

No surprise that she was in fact, good at flinging souls from the mountain. It amused him even in his funk that she would concede such a thing, but it gave them both something to work with. Hydra wasted no time in changing gears to what had been his original reason for being there—though very much still a lie—and assumed the lead, once more leaving him to follow and listen to her plans.

He too examined a series of ideas on how best to send one of their less seasoned ilk off the ridge in the quiet to follow. He considered suggesting they take a higher path and descend on them from there but quickly discarded it as too risky. They too could have gone just as easily off the ridge with speed not on their side, though the surprise would have surely worked. No, it seemed their best recourse was to stay where they were and bide their time, wait for the herd to stumble onto the mass of shifting shale and strike then.

”Perhaps we should find a weaker one to the inside of the drop,” he suggested, ”and maybe the shock of our arrival will net us more than one.” Crossing the lame through the back end of the herd might have worked, though he couldn't have attested to the method on the fly. The risk was still there, but the prize almost seemed worth the danger. Neither of them were green hunters, either.