"Wolves can be chased off by a sheepdog," Zechs agreed. "You're keeping them on their toes, but stay sharp."

Zechs, at least, was very good. He wouldn't have gotten to where he'd been if he'd been less than stellar. But no one was perfect, and it's easier to overwhelm a single target. He'd become used to desperate, outnumbered battles, but it wasn't any easier fighting them.

A group that was seven became two that slipped past his defenses. "Loop around and double back, I want to catch them in a line."