Apparently disinterested in the concept of<em>tactics</em>or<em>stealth</em>, Thraxius urges his own unit onwards after Darius'.  Not that he had any intention of<em>leading</em>them, but after bumping into the backs of the rear guard and nearly getting caught under the foot of the sentinel no less than three times he was beginning to feel particularly curmudgeonly.  The very idea of being escorted around irritated him, but when it came down to a firefight he much preferred having a few tons of meat and metal between him and enemy fire.