Wanda Firebaugh: You must conserve your remaining juice.
Wanda Firebaugh: What can you do cheaply?
A simple displacement?
Jack Snipe: If we use a flash to cover the casting, it ought to do.
Ansom: Why did you restack?
Ansom: I haven't ordered this.
Wanda Firebaugh: We will conduct a one-hex recon sortee. Parson says we need to gather more intelligence.
Ansom: Parson says!
Ansom: Mistress, we have spoken of this.
Lord Hamster is no son of Jetstone.
Wanda Firebaugh: Stack up.
You will lead.
Wanda Firebaugh: Your bonuses are our only match for Ossomer's.
Wanda Firebaugh: Form a flash mob over the bridge.
Ansom: You want to attack a Royal chief warlord, leading a stack of Noble warlords, in a hex full of casters?
We couldn't possibly win!
Wanda Firebaugh: We won't win.
Ansom: Nets? She's not thinking capture!
Jack Snipe: Oh indeed.
Jack Snipe: See it, O Chief.
We fly in under my misdirection.
The lovelies shock the target stack.
You disarm and disable the target.
They net the fish...and we all fly away laughing.
Jack Snipe: It's quite a smart little tactic, really.
Ansom: Says the Caster.
How would you know?
Jack Snipe: I was at hand when someone smarter than you invented it.
Wanda Firebaugh: You are free to cast.
Wanda Firebaugh: The enemy can see nothing else in this hex.