Dagnyr could almost<span style="font-style: italic">feel</span>the sergeant's fury radiating off her, and it was enough to make even the large gnoll back off a bit. Sgt. Ananda was not the most physically intimidating person based purely on appearance ... but she more than made up with it in sheer force of personality when angered. The gnoll holds his tongue, wanting to explain but knowing better and waits until she turns away and vents some.<br/><br/>"With all due respect, Sgt. Ananda, it took out<span style="font-style: italic">Vignar</span>, I'm not sure you would have made a difference. We might have just been out<span style="font-style: italic">two</span>of our top officers," Dagnyr says, trying to keep his tone as reassuring as possible as to not sound like he was implying Anada was incompetent, but rather than the foe was just<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>dangerous. "Either way, there's later for introspection and evaluation of flaws in our decisions and tactics, right now we need to follow up on our leads," he pauses to jab a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the unconscious catgirls. "And hopefully get some actionable information that'll put us on the right trail."