"He's a fool if he does," Taura muttered. Marc, that was. "We can take care of ourselves." Just knowing why -- or having a theory good enough to be going on with -- made it easier to think about. She still wanted to march up to Landel and pick him up by the lapels and shake until the answers fell out, but she could be patient.
The technology disparity was an interesting point. "It's not like they've taken things away so that we won't get hurt. That would make too much sense. But maybe...it's anything we could use to hurt them? Swords don't do a he'll of a lot when the enemy has plasma arcs." Well, the swords might be all right. Took a good long blast to slag decent steel. The hand holding the sword, however, was somewhat more flammable.
Realization dawned. "They...don't think we're a threat. Defanged." Taura's bare-teeth smile didn't need two-inch canines to be ferocious. "That's when we'll strike. Let Marc and Jill play out their game, and when Landel turns his full attention to them, pow!"
That was missing some important logistics. Like how a bunch of unequipped bare humans were going to find Landel's hidey-hole, get past the rumored shield he carried, all without anyone noticing, but those were details. There were only so many places to look, and who go nervous if a few rats were running around the sewers.
No. Not down. Up. The basement was a toy. Had to be, though taking it apart could tell them a lot about their captors psychology. The third floor was where the real action was, even if no-one was even trying for it. Especially if no-one was trying for it.
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The technology disparity was an interesting point. "It's not like they've taken things away so that we won't get hurt. That would make too much sense. But maybe...it's anything we could use to hurt them? Swords don't do a he'll of a lot when the enemy has plasma arcs." Well, the swords might be all right. Took a good long blast to slag decent steel. The hand holding the sword, however, was somewhat more flammable.
Realization dawned. "They...don't think we're a threat. Defanged." Taura's bare-teeth smile didn't need two-inch canines to be ferocious. "That's when we'll strike. Let Marc and Jill play out their game, and when Landel turns his full attention to them, pow!"
That was missing some important logistics. Like how a bunch of unequipped bare humans were going to find Landel's hidey-hole, get past the rumored shield he carried, all without anyone noticing, but those were details. There were only so many places to look, and who go nervous if a few rats were running around the sewers.
No. Not down. Up. The basement was a toy. Had to be, though taking it apart could tell them a lot about their captors psychology. The third floor was where the real action was, even if no-one was even trying for it. Especially if no-one was trying for it.