Brelia stares at Adrian and waves her tail back and forth. Her ears flick a little bit, showing that she is juuuuust a little cross at the moment. "Hey, don't start predicting things about sling bullets when you're the one with the sling," she says, scowling in his direction. At Kay's assessment of her typical strategies, the feline simply shrugs, neither confirming nor denying her assessment of things. "Pricey or not, what matters is that we make it through this. Which means we ought to assume that they have a horde of 'em to throw at us. Now unfortunately, I'm not exactly privy on anti-cavalry measures. Anyone else?"