"Walk me through it," Garrett said, his voice carrying that familiar weight of authority that made even simple requests sound like commands carved in stone.
Kaden pointed to a steep incline that looked like nature had tried to build stairs and given up halfway through. "See that death trap of a slope? I'll lead them up and over. When they follow me down the other side—" He traced the path with his finger. "That's when everyone hits them from above. High ground advantage, plus they'll be too focused on catching me to notice the hunters getting into position."
"Ah yes, brilliant plan!" Kent's accent somehow managed to butcher every syllable. "And 'ow exactly do you plan to make these charming creatures chase you? Perhaps you'll insult their mothers? Wave a particularly appetizing sandwich in their direction?"
Kaden turned to Garrett. "You remember how we met, right?"