Dez glances over at Mr. Unlucky.
No, not likely that smart, but they are smart enough to not immediately rush in here; however, if they remain outside, their messenger could return soon enough with reinforcements, and our plans to ambush them at night may be... altered. If that's so, the slaughter shall be held here, though they could flush us out if they are cunning. It may be wiser to take them out here and now, before their kin arrive. Though, these men will not believe my ruse any longer.
She looks once again out the door.
We must wear away at their numbers, bit by bit, piece by piece, drop by drop. Even now they outnumber us, but there are ways to make any situation work to our advantage. We must never lose the chance to assert our superiority to these... savages. The question now, it seems, is how do we best do that?