He frowned at the numbers he was seeing, it was going to be far hairy than anticipated, mostly because he was not prepared to take out armies and hordes. He was a precision tool, and this was looking like it needed blunt instruments more and more. He could only shrug, and keep moving forward, or more accurately, side to side while trying to move forward, avoiding contact, even if it meant losing forward progress. He knew Xendi would cheerfully burn them all to cinders if they obliged her, he just needed to keep moving forward.