Post by Terrestrial on Apr 10, 2011 20:09:21 GMT -5
Descending Fire 20,
*That woman confused the hell out of him. Sometimes she would delight in something she thought he did right and then turn around and point out everything she thought he did wrong. Then he would ask her if she wanted to train his army and she would decline, stating that he was doing just fine. Then she would make him so frustrated that he had difficulty focusing on the task at hand. He wasn't sure if he wanted to make her his wife or run for his life. They both seemed like viable options at the moment. Sure, he knew he wasn't the best, and apparently he was nowhere near as good as she was, but he worked hard and his growing army was loyal. He did his best to be a fair leader and treat them right. Maybe she saw that but just didn't say anything, that was always something she had never hassled him on before.
Mabija shrugged, still poring over tomes about strategy and war, looking for ways to improve his units' cohesiveness amongst their individual groups as well as functioning as a whole army. He had considered bringing in different specialty units, like archers, but for now he would stick to their pointy objects. In time, though, he should get a specialist. Like that one girl who came by a month or two ago. At least, he thought it was a girl. Maybe it was a guy, after all. They had the hair and the bow. Mabija struggled for a bit longer to remember who this specialist was but decided that it wasn't important just yet and went back to studying and running through scenarios to use and test*
*That woman confused the hell out of him. Sometimes she would delight in something she thought he did right and then turn around and point out everything she thought he did wrong. Then he would ask her if she wanted to train his army and she would decline, stating that he was doing just fine. Then she would make him so frustrated that he had difficulty focusing on the task at hand. He wasn't sure if he wanted to make her his wife or run for his life. They both seemed like viable options at the moment. Sure, he knew he wasn't the best, and apparently he was nowhere near as good as she was, but he worked hard and his growing army was loyal. He did his best to be a fair leader and treat them right. Maybe she saw that but just didn't say anything, that was always something she had never hassled him on before.
Mabija shrugged, still poring over tomes about strategy and war, looking for ways to improve his units' cohesiveness amongst their individual groups as well as functioning as a whole army. He had considered bringing in different specialty units, like archers, but for now he would stick to their pointy objects. In time, though, he should get a specialist. Like that one girl who came by a month or two ago. At least, he thought it was a girl. Maybe it was a guy, after all. They had the hair and the bow. Mabija struggled for a bit longer to remember who this specialist was but decided that it wasn't important just yet and went back to studying and running through scenarios to use and test*