Abrasure.

[Rodent]

Bolevara could feel himself breaking down.

That was the mark of a seasoned campaigner, the feel of too much pressure, a string of failures, and incompetence from the higher command mounted on him. And even among seasoned campaigners, there were as many different ways of dealing with it as there were people. Santos didn't drink more. He drank less when he was under pressure, and he could feel the itch in his throat, for a strong stiff drink.

All these factors were making him sufficiently angry to snap at anyone who provided sufficient reason.

He walked to the hangar, to see if the wings he had wrangled out of Amduat were ready or not. Hangar on Thebes was a busy place, and over-crowded. As he walked, a ship caught his eye. Sloppy repair work, slightly off profile...damn it.

"Who is the bloody incompetent moron who flies this ship?" He roared. Probably half of the hangar heard it.

Definitely feeling the pressure.