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You must hold, no matter how tempting! will wait until the enemy falls upon your jaws, like cattle to the slaughterhouse, before snapping the trap shut, ensnaring them, destroying them! You must simply wait and see as they do so.
Your tension for the next few minutes is palpable as you watch the ever-increasing flow of troops arriving at the crossing. Hundreds, thousands of men, mercenaries of all colors and banners, aligned at the behest of the Fortelli! Just how much money hath the family spent on this very army? How many thousands of pieces of gold in payments stood before you? The giants by their lonesome may have very well cost more than your entire regiment.
And of course, speaking of the Fortelli...
"Sir. I believe that the leader of this force approaches." begins Joan. "There is one amongst them with armor far more ornate than the others."
"Very good, Joan." you say. To know where the enemy general lays is great indeed. When the shooting begins, you may very well find yourself capable of taking down the very head of the force with your cannons. And the time for that was approaching...!
"Sir...? You may wish to look further down."
You turn to whatever it is that your maid had been calling your attention to, and when you do, the sight freezes you to the bone. When you had seen of the arrival of the general, you had forgotten entirely about that most peculiar of pieces of his board. You did not believe they could have done anything. Not from so far. Yet there they were - the <span class="mu-i">Himmerian Archers</span>, longbows at their side and arrows drawn. A flame appeared from between them - then two, then three, then several dozen more as the giants set their munitions alight.
