Jiao-Jie sat up, rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched, arms locking over her head. "It has defeated larger numbers than ours." She pointed out. "The spirit possessed the sword as well and it has done him little good. I'd fear we shall suffer the same fate if we taunt this enemy. For all we know it has not discovered us. Why should we throw away that advantage in an open approach? If Li can find the lair, perhaps we could set up a trap, like our esteemed poet mentioned."<br/><br/>