Incoming | Impa [fromthewordimpart]; ALBW Link [painted-hero]
Impa resisted the urge to rub her eyes by the time her army entered the temple from the foggy gloom of dawn. She intended the night march to reach her mark well in advance of the enemy, but it had been some time since even she had practiced such a sleep-deprived regimen. Careless, really. Of all people, she could be least excused for drowsiness after only one full day. She was Sheikah.
When one yawn muffled in the ranks sent out a chorus of others, she stopped and turned to face the soldiers.
"Right. Spread out to flank the compass points," she said. She pointed north, south, east, and west with two fingers. "Captains, with me. Watch for traps. Wait for my orders when you get in position."
And simple as that, the battalion jogged and split like a breaking river of clinking metal and shuffling mail. She rolled her shoulders and lightly cracked her neck.
Then she turned to the first Captain. "I cannot sense anything incoming so far. Can you?"
The captain, her senior, shook his head. "Not yet. But they too don't rest."
Impa nodded gravely. For their speed, the enemy would be faster, and appear far more refreshed without the need for respite.











