[Leo's gaze shifts somewhere past her, his brow ticking downward into a mild look of bemusement. From the sounds of it, this isn't much of a war at all. What would be a more accurate term? Skirmishes? This has the feel of an unorganized militia pushing against an enemy's borders, with no real chain of command or military doctrine.]

[A flicker of frustration settles in the creases of Leonardo's mask. He's used to being part of a well-oiled machine - this is already shaping up to be far more complicated. But Rin is still right. If they're operating at a milita level of strength, then they have to focus more on skillsets and strong cohesion than raw war of attrition.]

All right. I don't know your people, but... I think you've got the right idea. Smaller teams with good synergy. Specialized squads, maybe. It wouldn't hurt to have a team or two that's good at making a lot of noise. [He pauses, wondering if he's overstepping his boundaries. Leo is used to making calls, but he guesses he probably doesn't have a lot of weight to throw around here yet.] Is there any kind of leadership in our ranks? Someone people will rally under?