Looking at their pathetic state, Simon didn't berate them. Besides, this was not the time and place for that.
STEP… he took a step forward planting himself between the mercenaries and the Duke. His crimson eyes narrowed, his voice cutting through the camp like a blade and forcing their attention back to him.
"Whatever happens, do not engage him directly. Stay behind the barricades. Shoot from a distance. If the latter gets close—run. No heroics."
The soldiers looked at him in disbelief, one of them couldn't help but ask "You're going to fight it alone?"
Simon gave a grim smile, his eyes never leaving the Duke.
"I'll handle it. Your job is to survive and keep the illusion of the main camp being here intact. If the enemy figures out we're stalling them, everyone here—and the entire southern alliance—is finished".