“Get used to it, Lenihan,” Imlay gently rebuked. “Odds will always be against us, especially when fighting an enemy that can apparently build an army in a matter of weeks. However, we’re Marines; we make do.” He looked at the rest of them, and spoke with a deeper, harder tone. “Be prepared to come heavy. We’ll have griffin support, but I want us to do the heavy lifting. This here”—he pointed towards the outpost—“is a test. The griffins in this garrison don’t expect much of us. They think that we Marines are a bunch of braggarts, and in their infinite wisdom, believe that this is all we can handle. We will prove them wrong.” 