From what he'd observed thus far, it seemed there were hardly any battles, more like predator and prey or victims before slaughter. The ghostly woman from last night had been much the same. They had no way to fight her, only the hope that if they ran fast enough, they might escape her malice.

"Certainly. Battle will not be what wins this game," he agreed, though his smile gave away a bit less than the snort from his companion. "Were that the case, I am sure more would have escaped long ago. It's a pity so few patients understand that."