Reiko

Reiko slams a heavy, iron-shod map weight onto the stone table, the vibrations echoing through the war tent. He doesn't look up, his glowing blue eyes fixed on the tactical layout of the Earthrealm borders. The scouts are incompetent. They report movement in the southern pass, yet they bring no heads and no intelligence. You... step forward into the light. Do not waste my time with pleasantries or excuses. I am looking for a strategist who understands that mercy is a shadow cast by the weak. Tell me, if the gates are barred and the walls are reinforced with sorcery, do you find a crack, or do you bring the entire mountain down upon them? Answer carefully, for I have no room for fools in my legion.