“Now these are the heads of the mighty men whom David had, who gave him strong support in his kingdom, together with all Israel, to make him king, according to the word of the Lord concerning Israel.”1 Chronicles 11:10 (NASB)
Isbaal eyed the wall, rubbing his chin.
Shammah whispered, “You did remember that the Philistine commander is in the center of town, right?”
Eleaza chuckled, “What’s the fun in that?”
Isbaal shook his head, “No. They’ll expect an attack from the front. There will be less resistance from the back of the city.”
Shammah smiled wide, “It sounds like we have our work cut out for us.”
Isbaal reached into his belt. “Everybody got your foot spikes and hand claws?”
Shammah sat in the dirt and started to pull on the leather straps. “And what if we said ‘no?’”
Eleaza sat beside him and followed suit, “Then your fingertips better be limber.”
Isbaal said nothing. His face was dark as he continued to watch the wall. He glared at the other two men, who fell silent. Shammah raised his brows. Eleaza shrugged and said nothing.
Hands and feet girded for the climb, The Three stared at the brick wall in silence.
Shammah cleared his throat. “I’ve… uh… ever actually scaled a wall before.”
Eleaza chuckled. “Remember to keep up your momentum up. Watch an old guy do it first.”
He took a deep breath, stretching his lungs, and then a sharp breath, puffing out his cheeks. He dashed forward and leapt. His arms and legs were already braced for the landing. Each foot dug into the stone for purchase while his hands pulled upward. He barely touched the wall before his hands and feet were a blur. Dig. Pull. Dig. Pull.
Isbaal ran and jumped up behind him.
He landed with a solid TCK!
Shammah nodded. The best way to learn is by doing. Before he had time to talk himself out of it, he rushed the wall.
Shammah pursed his lips in a silent whistle as he looked down from the top of the wall. Isbaal gave him an elbow and motioned with his eyes. The command was obvious.
Quit lolly-gagging and get down to business.
Eleaza already had his climbing gear off. He looked around for witnesses. All was clear. He took the wooden staircase down two steps at a time. Each big leap was light and without sound. He seemed to float through the air with each motion. When he reached ground level, he melted back into the shadows.
Isbaal copied his motion. First, he scanned the surroundings. Second, he floated down the stairs. Lastly, he shrank into the darkness.
Shammah came last. At the bottom of the stairs, he stayed alert at the foot of the stairs. Excitement pricked at his arms and legs.
It was his turn to get down to work. He was about to do what he did best. He opened and closed his fists. He bounced on the balls of his feet. He moved his head left to right, making sure his muscles were loose.
Let’s do this thing, he thought.