Neyjibi
Batwan, Commander of the NIHALU tribe watched the QWAHALA army
through a pair of binoculars. The zoom was enough to let him
pick out individual soldiers, and the clarity made it seem like
he was standing within a foot of the army. These were much
better than the pair of broken binoculars he had been using for
the last couple of years. Batwan was crouched low on a ridge
overlooking the QWAHALA camp. It was dangerous to be so
exposed, but he knew that the enemy forces did not have any
trained snipers.
After
carefully noting the different squads on a small pad of paper,
Batwan carefully crawled off the ridge toward camp. He was very
careful to cover his tracks and not travel a direct path back to
their location; He was doing everything he had been trained to
do. He just hoped that the money he had to pay the trainers was
worth it. This area had thousands of diamonds just under the
ground. But if he had to keep paying these trainers how would
he be able to finance a new government once the QWAHALA was
defeated? The country of Azura rightfully belonged to his
people. He would die trying to lead this band of rebels to
liberate Azura from that tyrant Sheppard.
He would do
it, or he would die trying.