Vardish soldiers couldn't resist if they wanted to—admittedly, they wanted to. They swatted at us with their swords; those who were smarter or more prepared tried to catch bees with their cloaks, random rags, or hurriedly lit torches.
But they weren't our targets, and there weren't targets for *them* to attack. We could've flown right over their heads and even their bullets would've only harmed someone if the shooters were lucky.
Although my girls wanted to kill a human or a few, I ordered them to not get distracted and only attack those soldiers who got too close to us as we flew toward the gate control mechanism.
However, we couldn't fly over the heads of all the insects and dragons we saw crawling and flying here!
