A madness that ought not to have been allowed to be. Years of scheming, corruption, and unpredictability.
Though those were the objectives that they had independently decided upon the day before, it wasn't as if they were set in stone. Already, Lord Blackwell was recommitting himself to the attack on the siege weapons, sending wave after wave of men against the Verna lines, in a rather traditional display of strategy. He preferred to wear his enemy down, look for small advantages that he could build on. In that sense, he and Khan weren't so different.
Karstly had watched the assault for a time, not committing himself to any corner of the battlefield. General Harme had his men positioned ready to stop what he assumed would be another attack on the encampment – and that attempt at prediction had been the very thing that made Karstly halt.