"The land is familiar to me, and it'll be to your advantage as well, your grace. There's a plateau up ahead, rocky terrain. The enemy's cavalry will slow down there. With the right positioning for our archers, we can halt their advance without a full assault. We can pick them off and make them feel the weight of their mistake."
Alaric's eyes gleamed with an almost predatory satisfaction. He knew this land like the back of his hand, and Richard's plan was sound. The trap was set. The enemy would march right into it.
"Then we'll move as soon as they enter the pass," Alaric commanded, his voice deep and commanding. "We fight with precision, not force. Let the chaos work for us."
As the armies of Wyfn-Garde advanced forward, the sound of hundreds of boots marching in unison created a thunderous rhythm.