How would a military man approach this? He would employ a group of competent, disciplined men and not a bunch of suicidal wannabes for a start. Then he would find the beast’s lair and have them shell it until both the beast and the lair are no more. Hopefully, that would suffice.
Lyndon snorts. He figured he would get dragged in that particular argument, although he has no desire to speak of the matter at the moment. It isn’t a problem that can be solved easily. That group is mostly made of foolish amateurs who share an obvious death wish. Not the kind of people he can make a sensible use of.
He won’t deny that some of them have useful talents. Their host seems to have a knack for engineering and explosives, which is always a good thing. The cat-lady seems good enough at just whatever she puts her mind to. The mechanical man is a force to be reckoned with. Orosenn’s way of fighting is effective, albeit unorthodox. The glowing woman has… hidden talents, apparently. Maybe a few others are still hiding their true worth.
Unfortunately, their utter lack of discipline and strategy makes their combined efforts much inferior than the sum of the parts. What they really need to do is to weed out the weak links, and make the rest of the chain more cohesive in the process. Hopefully, time and losses will do that for them. It isn’t an ideal solution. B____y h__l, it isn’t even an acceptable one, considering the stakes. But he’ll have to make do with what he has, as he often does.
Despite what the blind doctor says, thinking like soldiers won’t help them, because most of them aren’t soldiers to begin with. They will have to think outside of the box to have a chance at destroying this creature. Luckily, Lyndon’s own understanding of military matters never was a very orthodox one.
The Sergeant takes a step towards the table and leans on the backrest of the kid’s chair. She’s still upset because of his earlier scolding, and she makes a point not look his way. He’d rather not speak of business in front of her, but it can’t be helped this time.
“Well, if you really want to know what I think, Doc, I’ll tell you. I said it before, and I will repeat it now: we’re thinking we’re the hunters, but we’re not. Right now, we are the preys. Our enemy is hiding from us, and it seems capable of striking us anywhere at any given time. For what we know, it’s nowhere and it’s everywhere.
“From my perspective, we need two things to stand a chance against it: a suitable bait to lure it where we want, and a secure way to dispose of it. Both these things aren’t easy to come by, especially the latter one.
“Since the conventional means of destruction seem to have failed us, we should use everything we have to destroy our enemy. The Element of Dawn may be powerful enough to end the creature, but it might as well destroy us in the process. The Cantigaster Venom would be a marginally safer option, but we should find someone strong enough to land a hit on the creature and crazy enough to ignore the risks. I think nobody here fits that description. Both these options are viable, in a sense, but neither of them is optimal. Ideally, we should use a controlled source of enormous destructive power, but I think our host might be more helpful than me in that respect.”
Lyndon stops for a moment and his gaze stops on the glowing woman. There is another solution he can think of, but he’s not so stupid to suggest a suicide attack to a monster that is sitting just a few steps away from him. The odds of being devoured on the spot are too high. Someone less wise than him will come up with that idea, hopefully.
“As for the bait, I think we all know that the creature is actually interested in only one of us.” The Sergeant gives Dynamo a meaningful glare. “We should make use of that knowledge.”
edited by Bertrand Lyndon on 3/30/2017