Micah looked back to the floor, he bit his lip as a lump lodged in his throat. Shoving his hands into his pockets and hunching his shoulders, he mumbled an apology. "But how are supposed to fight someone who sounds far too powerful? He's killed so many. We're are just a bunch of teenagers; we haven't got the weapons, the numbers or the battle experience to take on a king." He implored the Princess for an answer, he needed her to tell him what to do. He was not ready to lead everyone, he was a small time bandit, not a general.