Jurai followed behind Fiona, much appreciating the view of her pert backside as they walked (he might have been a very honerable man, but Jurai was certainly not blind). Perhaps as a result, the time seemed to fly by, and soon they had emerged from the underground passage. Now that they were out in the light, he also had to admit, the way Fiona's clothes clung to her while wet was also quite appealing... he shook his head.<em>Damn, I'm thinking like my grandfather...</em>he muttered internally.<br/><br/>"I'm thinking we should take out a few patrols that wander too far from the rest of their army, thin them out. Of course they'll notice those patrols are gone, and suspect our army has gotten much closer than it really has, and will send scouts to investigate. If we can take them out too, they'll be forced to send more forces. If we can draw enough of them away from their base, we can risk a quick guerilla attack on their headquarters even."<br/><br/>Jurai then took command of the operation, doing just as he had stated, setting an ambush for a patrol about a mile from the base. When the patrol was in range, Jurai's squad struck, a third of the patrol dead from arrows before they even knew they were under attack, at which point Jurai and his men leapt from the bushes and trees, swords drawn. The rest didn't put up much of a fight. Now, with the first step in his plan complete, they had to wait to see how the demons would react. Jurai was eager to slay more of them for what they had done to this world.