"It will appear to our foes that our numbers are more than they actually are. Essentially, I will create multiple images of each warrior I have seen in this camp and will spread them out before us as we attack. Being on the front lines is merely my bloodlust." *She grins, revealing pointed canines* "It has been far too long since I have fought in this type of battle. Call it, relaxation, if you will."

He thought for a moment, As if he were playing out the battle in his head both with and without her suggestion. Eventually he nodded. "Alright, I think I can arrange it."

*Shadow bows slightly and gets up, setting down her uneaten plate on the table before her* "Oh, and do be careful. It is hard to get paid by a dead man." *She flashes him one last smile before she steps out of the tent. Strolling down the lane between tents, she continues to observe the soldiers, committing their images to memory* "Oh... There once was a man named Larry..."

There were ten men to a tent, as she passed each tent she gathered a lot of Faces.

[spoiler]Is there going to be a battle post? Or is this all on this one.[/spoiler] *She delegates one portion of her mind to that task while the rest of her mind holds a conference. 3 beings sit down at a small table, looking at each other. Finally, Wrath speaks up.* "Well, looks like we are finally going to have some fun." *Wisdom nods* "Shadow has been far too bored of recently for anyone to be near her." *Wrath scoffs* "Hah, like they would want to be around us." "But what of this... Boy? I don't trust him." *Hunger speaks up, looking up from a red Solo cup filled with Evil Juice* "He is ambitious. Can we use it against him?" *All three pause for a second, then burst out laughing together. Wisdom finally gets herself back together, still chuckling* "Like he would ever be a threat. But still, we will watch him carefully." *Wrath nods, then slams his palm against the table* "Very well then, meeting adjourned. And someone tell Memory that he's doing a good job. He tends to forget that, I think." *With a final chuckle, they all fade away, leaving behind a small table in the dark fields of Shadow's mind-scape. Outside, Shadow smirks as she continues her song* "He was fat, short, round and hairy. His wife ran the local butcher shop, Where their daughters learned to chop."