"I don't doubt your spirit," Piotr says, eyebrows lifting slightly, "and I'm not so stupid as to doubt your physical prowess. And it seems you've been given plenty of chances."

Each as well-earned as the last, by the look of her. Piotr's inclined to giving her another one. "We don't make war on the front lines here," he says, fingers tenting together. "They've got us outnumbered at least seventy-to-one. You look like you could pick up a man and break him in half, but how are you with raids?"