They had all called me crazy. They had said that doing something like this was tactical suicide. They were probably right, to be quite fair, but they'd also said it would only work if they got insanely lucky.

They should have remembered what I was known for.

Still, in the end Olivia agreed to it, and so did everyone else necessary for it to work. Aku had said something about honor and how fighting dirty would make him feel sick for a while, but I didn't care about that.

So that was how we got here, surrounded by unconscious Seshen soldiers right in front of their commander with our hands raised and weapons sheathed, 'surrendering' ourselves to them.

We fed them a line of bull about how Olivia wasn't fit to run the Vanator, and how they had been dabbling in black magic to try and win the war and how we just couldn't condone something like that.

They bought it like discount ale on Thirsty Thursday.

I spent a couple of hours negotiating terms and conditions with their commander, and when dawn broke the deal had been made. We would lead them straight through the gates under the premise of having negotiated their surrender and bringing them in as hostages, and they thought they'd then get to wreak havoc from there and catch our side with their pants down.

The reality? We were leading them into a death trap. We'd cleared out part of Gunoi to use as the battleground, with Oni, Vanator, guardsmen, and even volunteers from the Lowbrow helping out to kill the rats we bring into our trap.

After some time marching, we were inside, and the commander paled.

"Darvish, I thought you said they'd be caught unawares!" He screamed as Aku, Dex, and I made our way over to Olivia and Pembede.

I looked back, smiled and spoke.

"I lied pal. I gave you the upper hand and then I broke it like you owed me money. Try and survive long enough we can get some info out of you, yeah?"

Then, all hell broke loose.