ALLIANCE/HIGH COVEN GROUND COMMAND
"The infantry is proceeding almost unhindered." Moran's senior aide reported. "They have met only light resistance the entire way and they are within five miles of the main defensive line."
Moran stared at the map chart. "They're sucking us in." Moran spoke shaking his head.
"Preposterous!" Xerxes bellowed. "You have simply overestimated their abilities." He stepped up and pointed to the map chart. "This is where I will attack with my Immortals." He said pointing to the defensive line directly south.
"You could be walking into a trap." Moran spoke. "We've cleared the minefield yes, but Leonidas had eleven divisions of elf and human troops when this started. And we have no way of knowing how many Spartans."
