“Training?” Riley’s eyes narrowed. “Such as?”
“Bran does what he does.” Doyle took another slice from the same pie as Riley—the one loaded with sausage and pepperoni. “That’s a specific skill set nobody else here can train for. But Sasha had it right. We went into last night individually. We can’t risk that again. We need to know what Bran has . . . up his sleeve.”
“You’re right on that.” Bran nodded, poured wine. “And you’ll know from here and on. We need strategies and plans. If we only react, more, react individually, we’ll lose.”
“No argument, but what training?” Riley continued. “I’m already working with Sasha and Annika on hand-to-hand, defense. And after today, we know Sasha’s a regular Daryl Dixon with a crossbow.”
“Crossbow?” Sawyer paused with a slice halfway to his plate. “How did I miss that?”
“Who’s Daryl Dixon?” Sasha asked.
“The Walking Dead,” Sawyer supplied. “You can handle a crossbow?”
“Apparently.”
“Handle, my ass. It was thwang!” Riley mimed the shot. “Bull’s-eye. I’d stick with her in any zombie apocalypse.”
“I appreciate that, but I think Doyle means we need to start working, and training, together. We’ve made noises about being a team. We need to train like one. Bran’s teaching me about what he uses to make medicines, so I can help there.”
“I could learn,” Annika said. “I like to learn.”
“You should all know the basics. What potion, what salve, what tincture for what injury. You all know basic first-aid of the ordinary sort,” Bran added. “But we’re not dealing with ordinary.”
“And if you’re injured, we wouldn’t know what to use. Okay,” Riley agreed. “We take time for some magickal medicine lessons.”
“Other skill sets have to play. You and Sawyer?” Doyle shook his head, reluctant admiration. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen better shots, and you both keep a cool head. You start target practice with the others.”
“I don’t like the guns,” Annika said quickly.
“You don’t have to like them, gorgeous, you just have to learn to handle one. And you’ve got some moves.”
“I’d pit her against Black Widow. I’m going to buy a shitload of graphic novels for you guys,” Sawyer said when both Annika and Sasha looked blank.
“You need to teach Sasha, refine Riley—you’ve got moves of your own, but Annika’s faster, smoother.”
“Yeah? And what about you? Bran, Sawyer?”
“We’ll all work on it. And on hand-to-hand. Training,” he repeated. “We need to put a couple hours a day, at least, into it. Sasha can make a schedule.”
“I can?”
“You started it, Blondie. You were right, now you follow it through.”
Riley polished off her second slice. “You’ve got a lot to say tonight, McCleary.”
“Because I’ve got something to say.” Lightning flashed, and thunder boomed hard behind it, causing Apollo to belly under the table until his head lay on Riley’s feet. “I’ve fought with you twice, and what I’ve seen is a lot of skill, and no unity.”
“So we hone the skills, and unite,” Sawyer finished. “I’m behind that. On the united front, I think—”
“Sorry.” Riley pushed up. “I’m going to have to eat and run.”
“Run?” Sawyer looked toward the window as the rain started in a gush. “Where?”
“To my room to start. It’s nearly sundown, and since I’d as soon not strip down here in the kitchen, I’m going up.”
“You can come back,” Sasha told her. “You don’t have to stay closed in your room.”
“Yeah, I get it, appreciate it. I’m going to need to run. Storm or no storm, I’ll need to run off the initial energy. I’ll be back. If there’s any pizza left over, I’ve got dibs on it at sunrise.”
She grabbed a third slice and headed out with Apollo close to her side.
Bran looked after her, then back at Sawyer. “You were saying?”
“Ah . . . I lost track. I guess . . . unity. I’m all in on weapons training. Where’d you get the crossbow?”
“Doyle,” Sasha told him. “He has two.”
“Ever used one?”
Sawyer shook his head at Doyle. “But I’m all about it. After last night, I’m going to need more ammo. I expect Riley could use more. Looks like we need a supply list, and what we could call a supply officer. I’d nominate Riley there. She has the most contacts.”
“Supplies are more than weapons. It’s food,” Sasha pointed out. “Household supplies.”
“I could nominate myself. Or you. What about your kind of supplies?” Sawyer asked Bran.
“I’m taking care of it. There would be some things we can acquire as easily as household supplies, but some I’m sending for. We’ve picked up most of the duties around the house and grounds, but I suppose we could be more organized about it.”
“I don’t mind switching off dinner prep with Sawyer, but it’s nice to have a night off.”