Ebio had gathered the others within the gates, and was idily sitting on the ground, listening to a few of the suggestions for battle plans.<br/>The majority of her time "resting" had been spent just outside the gates in a clearing, her sitting cross-legged on the ground, swords resting by her side, puzzling out the situation. To destroy the humans, they had to act like them, they had to gather together and cooperate. They had to adopt their own humans for use and lower themselves to the level of dogs.<br/>What's worse, this was drudging up memories from her home front. The silence of solitude broken so abruptly by war, her microcosm shattered within minutes, filled with humans and this new, loud language.<br/>Then there was the war itself. And the bodies she'd buried. She'd made sure to burn them to ash, even as she cowered from the fire's horrid feast.<br/>Ebio shook herself, hearing one demon snort, "Are you listening to me?"<br/>She nodded, "Of course, but that would be inefficient."<br/>The demon sank back on his haunches, eyes narrowed in obvious displeasure. He snorted again and sneered.<br/>She stared at him levelly, hand slowly moving for her hilt, "Your idea of simply bombing them leaves too much open. Too many chances that some would survive. Too many loose ends. While it would work for the short term, it fails in the long term. We need to murder each and every Liquid Member, slit their throats, burn them to ash, and leave them to scatter in the wind."<br/>At an incredulous face from her charge she spoke, somewhat defensively. She wasn't quite that bloodthirsty or angry,  "It's from past experience I speak this. If we don't make sure they are<span style="font-style: italic">completely</span>wiped out they will rear their heads again."<br/>Another Homefront lesson, one of many. Among those were also; Never be a Leader.<br/>She'd already broken that one, but what could they do? Stab her in the back? She'd hear them coming. Already she slept, when indeed she did, either in the trees or in a place with her back to a wall.<br/>Paranoia could be a friend as well as an enemy.<br/>"Anyone else have any bright ideas?"