The Attack III

Conan

“I suggest we go round the back,” I said pointing to the sloppy side of the ice. “We would use our speed to run…”

“Sorry to cut you off,” V interrupted. “But we are dust wolves. This is ice. We can’t run at full speed without slipping. They would use this to their advantage.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“We should stop running and walk to the mountain. We would save our speed and strength and catch their weapons which we can see in slow motion. That was what I did and I saved my people. Not all of them but I saved the ones I could save.”

I nodded. He was right, even though I did not agree with his opinion. This would make us very easy targets. We could be picked off like chickens.

Their snipers could use guns with faster bullets against us.

“You seem to disagree,” he noted.

“I’m not a fan of getting shot,” I said. “We do have wolfsbane bombs which we can use on them.”

“I doubt they know what that is. This is ice, and they have been here for years. I’m sure their bodies have cr