"Are you calling me belligerent?" Eithne said flippantly, with a smile on her face. She meant no harm to Vera, after all, and it was just her way. Her nerves were getting in her way. She felt as if she'd stumble over them if she didn't lighten her own heart. They had the advantage, not in the numbers, but in the familiar ground. They would get the upper hand. But that wasn't why she was nervous. She had stared down death a dozen or a hundred times before, but this felt different. She had things to live for before, but nothing felt as strong as this. Nothing ever had. She flexed her gloves and felt how taunt they were, the metal pressed against the padding and cut against her skin. She'd need this as much as she'd need the falchion, and as much as she'd need her fire.
Ah but her words.
"If it doesn't work you mean I can try to draw their fire with my amazing way with words, right?" Eithne flexed her fingers then rolled her shoulders. She didn't want to run into Talon, that was for sure. The last time had gone horribly, and with Eragos somewhere back there, if he saw Talon she didn't want to think of what would happen. Not could. Would. Because he'd be out here in the open if he saw his brother. It was shocking, of course, to see someone who looked so much like Eragos, but was nothing like him at the same time. Eragos whispered about honor and justice. Where Talon was..
Well, what was wrong with the world.
"We should have let Elden have a drink, I could have used one myself. Can we at least smoke? They wouldn't see it in this."