"In my clan we have rules of life, First Rule: never risk what you can't afford to lose."
Said the boy named chang-Jian.
Bidziil had just finished putting the last gulp of soup into his mouth directly from his bowl when he heard this. He made loud noises with his lips still sealed, like a child eagerly raising their hand with something to say but not wanting to speak out of turn. Though, Bidziil didnt say anything only because he needed to make sure he swallowed the last bit of his meal rather than accidentally spew it on the fire in front of him. He agreed full heartedly with this statement and wanted nothing more than for his agreement to be known. It lit up his world to know another here had been raised on tactics rather than brute strength.
As the one who took down the buck, Ganzorig, stood to confront Amar and then Amar's response, Bidziil successfully swallowed, wiped his mouth on his bare arm, slapped off some dirt from his shirt, and finally turned to have a better look at the situation. After turning he saw the silhouette of the stormseer still mounted on his curious steed, which now was completely silent rather than the starkly contrasting opposite it had been moments ago with its godly grumble.
His attentions became utterly sidetracked for a moment, noticing the faint dance of firelight shuddering over the stormseer's stone-white armor. Insults were being thrown in both directions now, how exciting. But still he couldnt break his gaze form the stormseer, well, untill people started moving.
Bidziil quickly looked back over the escalated situation. Amar was heading toward Dubai's horse. Everyone knew that horse because of its obvious difference from the others. Bidziil did not know its name, but he knew it was the mare and who it belonged to. Ganzorig and Cheng held their blades now.
Bidziil let his young voice ring out, "Wait" he called, quickly grabbing hold of his bow and, here was an act he had down countless times, took a risk and strung it in a hurry. His hand reached behind him bringing about one of his six iron tipped arrows resting in his quiver. He pulled the string back to the natural anchor point alongside his right cheeck. He followed the arrow's length with his eyes to the pointed tip that was still reflecting the light from the fires, despite still being a bit dirty after he had wiped the soil off.
"[I]Don't be fools, friends. Ranged attacks, always first. Go hand to hand if that doesnt work for some reason. One arrow through the jealous one's head; done. No harm to anyone else is even possible. Its like you said Chang-Jian, why risk anything if it can be avoided? Also, groups are good,"I] he spoke now to all at his fire and Ganzorig's, though changing audience in his voice, his aiming eyes never left their mark and his hands moved only to follow Amar's head, "More arrows pointing at him will only further secure our position, but even more so, a few aimed at his own friends before they aim at us." his voice took an almost complete turn around in tone going from unconcerned, normal-everyday speaking to complete seriousness, "Please, now, before they aim at us."
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