Layn's provocation finally bore the result. Under the onslaught of his ranged attacks, the Slavian army finally marched out.
Its aim was simple. Since they achieved nothing by standing in the distance and letting their troops get slaughtered by the magic, they could very well just push forward and squash the little army of their opponent!
"So it begins," Layn muttered, turning his face towards his friends. "I will take the left-wing. You guys take the center and right-wing respectively," he shouted before heading off to the far end of their group.
"What's the plan?" Yelna asked, marching right by Markus' side.
"Kill them all and survive," Markus smiled, taking his position. "For now, though, just trust in Layn's plan. As unorthodox as they might be, they have yet to fail," he claimed before focusing his eyes on the Slavian army.
