As their commander came over to him and Jallas, Jamas knelt down to one knee and rested his spear upright before him. His mind was crisp as ever, and he surveyed the enemy as he waited. The most important part of the battle; victory or death would be decided in these beginning moments. After first contact, a battle was anyones game.
"So, tell me again; what kind of enemy are we going against? I want to know what type of foot soldiers we're fighting. Gotta have all bases covered, you know..."
Jamas thought a moment before answering her question. "It is likely that they will initiate the fighting with a combination of pikemen and swordsmen, to disrupt our cavalry's attempts to flank them, and then try to use their own cavalry to make chaos with our archer battalions. All the while, their own archers and artillery will be raining havoc upon our infantry." He glanced over to Dolosus. "At least, thats how I would do it. I have not, however, fought the Empire for some time. I may be out of date with their tactics."
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