The Reachers continued to talk, some sort of sob story between the Wilders and their captors, and for once Vorgith was glad that he was out of hearing range. His perch was uncomfortable, but he put that to the back of his mind, trying not to shift his weight too much least he dislodge something and alert his 'prey'.
Finally he heard the dull hum of the Byrd returning. it came into his field of view, Gently pulsed once, then dissolved into fine silvery dust that blew away into the wind. The students had arrived. He descended the tree as quickly as he climbed, padding down with bare feet to his students bellow.
One of the girls opened her mouth to ask something, but the Seekers hands suddenly moved, almost a blur as he used Hunter-speak, an ancient sign- language now almost exclusive to the Seekers and taught to every student from the moment they arrived for training. The speech was archaic, but its meaning was clear.
Wait. he signed, Do not speak. Prey stands to the south. They gather together and they outnumber us. They are great in strength, cunning will be needed. he pointed to two separate groups, You circle towards sunset, you towards sunrise, the rest will stand with me and we will attack from the shadows on my signal.
The students followed his hands, some with their lips moving as they followed but they alol seemed to understand, bar one.
Gladyn frowned, obviously missing the message, and spoke, "What..."
That was all he managed. Vorgith's jaw tightened and his arm lashed out, his powerful punch taking the young man on the side of the head, laying him out cold. The other students stood shocked as Vorgith caught the falling mass and lowered him to the ground. His pulse was strong proving how thick a head the boy had, he was only unconscious.
His point made he bound and gagged the lad, in case he came too noisily or messed up their plans. That done the seeker set off, the students following his orders to the letter, getting ready to assault their prey.