Let the Storm Break (Sky Fall #2)(80)

Louder cheers this time, mixed with applause.

Gus moves back to my side as Os continues to prep his soldiers.

“Do you really think Raiden will come here?” I ask, keeping my voice low so that only Gus hears.

Raiden may crave power and prestige, but he usually stays away from the action. And I saw the fear in his eyes when Gus’s wind spike sliced his arm. I can’t see him risking further injury in a battle with this many variables.

“I don’t think he’ll be able to stay away,” Gus whispers back. “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if he hides in the mountains. And you can bet I’m going up there to find him.”

His grip tightens on his wind spike, and I have a feeling if Gus gets another shot, he won’t miss again.

If only it could be that easy.

Os switches to discussing their strategy and I try not to cringe. It sounds like he’s reciting straight from the basic-training guide. Divide and conquer. Clean, direct attacks. No one works alone.

“This isn’t a time for basics.”

I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until everyone turns to look at me.

“What was that, Ms. Eastend?” Os asks.

I notice that he doesn’t call me Guardian Audra. Though at least he doesn’t call me Your Highness.

I clear my throat, hoping my cheeks aren’t as red as my ridiculous dress as I say, “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to interrupt. But I’ve seen Raiden fight, and nothing about his method is basic.”

“Ah, I see,” Os says, and the circle parts as he stalks closer to me. “So perhaps you think you should be captain?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“And yet, you thought it was perfectly acceptable to secondguess me in front of my guardians.”

“I didn’t mean—”

“I agree with Audra,” Gus interrupts, earning himself a death glare from Os—and a grateful smile from me. “The plan you explained to me earlier was a stronger plan. Just because Raiden’s coming from a different direction doesn’t mean we should abandon it.”

“Another person thinking they’re an expert on battle strategy. Tell me, Guardian Gusty—how many battles have you actually fought?”

“Three,” Gus replies without a hint of apprehension. “And one of those was against a Living Storm.”

“Yes. One Living Storm, Gus. Which is entirely different from facing down an army of them—something you would know if you understood anything about battle tactics. But Feng was the brilliant strategist in your family, and from everything I’ve seen, you take more after your mother. A strong fighter and a loyal Gale, but far too impulsive and reckless—and we all know how that turned out.”

“Ravenna didn’t die because she was reckless,” Solana shouts, surprising everyone with her fury. She wraps her arms around herself, staring at Gus as she whispers, “She died because I failed her.”

“What do you mean?” Gus asks, but Solana shakes her head and looks away.

Os puts his hand on her shoulder. “Ravenna was your guardian, Solana. Her job was to protect you—and the fact that she left any part of her strategy up to her charge only proves my point about her recklessness.”

Gus’s hands curl into fists, and I can feel mine doing the same. Trusting your charge is the hardest call a guardian can make. No one would ever make it recklessly.

“My mother was not—”

“Now is not the time to be debating the past,” Os interrupts, pointing to the coming storm, which is growing larger by the second. Any minute now it will block out the sun.

And Vane’s still not back. . . .

“I’ve simplified our strategy for a reason,” Os says, “Let’s not forget that no one here knows Raiden better than me. And I know that his greatest weakness is vanity. He’s coming here to prove to his worthless minions that he is no lesser of a leader because of yesterday’s incident. His focus will be on creating a spectacle, and therein lies his folly. The more showy and complicated the attack, the more it disregards basic battle principles. We can already see his vanity run amok by the fact that he’s coming from the west— wasting the energy of his forces on unnecessary journeying just for his theatrics. So the best way to take advantage of that kind of thinking is to respond with the very principles he’ll be disregarding. If we come at him straight on and tackle each enemy systematically, we’ll wipe out half his force before he even notices what we’re doing.”

I hate to admit that his reasoning makes sense. Though Os is forgetting something key.

“Don’t forget that Raiden might be watching. He held back in Death Valley, waiting to see what we’d do, and changed his commands accordingly.”

“And it worked so well for him, didn’t it?” Os counters. “All three of you got away, and humiliated him in the process. If I know Raiden, and believe me, I do”—he points to his scar—“he’ll come at us full force this time, hitting us with everything he has, as many ways as he can, right from the start. He’ll be hoping for a quick, decisive victory. Which is why I designed our strategy this way. We need to save our energy, stick with something simple that we know will keep most of us alive so we can hold out long enough to institute the second part of our plan. The part where we use our secret weapon.”