He much preferred the blunt approach himself but he had some skill in stealth. Sometimes jungle warfare was nothing but stealth. "I sense you're about to tell me that we cannot leave any marks of who we are for fear of repercussions. Which leads me to think I'll not be able to eat the bastards heart." he set his hands on the table, "not an option I enjoy."
He glanced to Tezcatlipoca. "Anything you can do against those arrows of his? I' rather not get hit with one and spend the next day loving something. I'd say that's our biggest concern. We'll remind the Greeks this city isn't theirs to play in as they see fit."