Veronica assessed the damage and the number of enemies, taking in the scene as if swarms of insects descended upon settlements every day.

"We need fliers," she informed the people around her. The air began to warm, sunlight streaming through the clouds as her Child of the Ever-Changing Skies training kicked in. "Airborne troops, loop behind the larger ones. Those on the ground, focus on Fire-type attacks."

Her eyes took in each person here in turn, searching for possible volunteers for her battle strategy. Everyone here also had the right to refuse to accept her as being in command; she understood that. She'd alter her own plans once she had an idea how many people would cooperate. "We'll need a diversion."