[center][h1][color=fff200]Gastó Canalis[/color][/h1][/center]
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The Duke seatde himself comfortably, as he listened to the orc explain his plans. Albeit simple, they were good plans nevertheless. A cheap trick you can pull once against a weak oppononent, which the enemy appeared to be. He was more suprised about the fact that these beings could think further than "smash headz". Maybe the records of them were intentionally trying to ruin their image, or their leader was one particularly gifted orc. 

But at the mention of the Scaleguards his whole body and mind recoiled from the idea. The scaleguards were elite units meant for Royal protection and not as combat units. Sure, they could do jsut as fine as the rest of them, but their equipment lacked shields, and they were better at small skirmishes rather than large battles like this. However he remained silent, and hoped that the sisters would not have to engage in close combat in the first day. 

The other surprise was the lack of planning for the artillery units, which not only sounded stupid, but he honesty thought was a waste of equipment. The plan was not in favor of the Saqquar's strenght, with his offensive units staying in the back, and his defensive units having to participate in combat. He glanced at Aleriana who seemed to insantly understand his thoughts, and simply nod to agree with the Duke's hesitation about agreeing with the plan.

After the orc spoke, three other raised their voice, thought only one of them gave usable information. The first was Lothian, the commander of the elf forces. He was quick to agree with the plan, which seemed surprising the skirmishes between his race and the orcs. Calanis could only guess that everyone seated here had mutual interests, and decided to part with their grudges. Except one man, the same man who raised his voice against the orcs beforehand: Florian. The insolent bastard has been silently giving him furious glances, likely offended by hiw previous statement about him. But the Duke honestly didn't care about the young man, and he will never care for the mental well.being of someone who tries to ruin a community effort. The words of the prince were dismissive and filled with disgust, and he quickly left the tent for some makeshift reason. Calanis noted that he would need to find the man after the meeting and have a little "chat" about manners.

The third man who spoke up was one who sat in relative silence ever since the meeting began, but unleashed a detailed monolouge about his thoughts on the plan. And he had to give it to this Bane guy: he knew his soldiers well. After all, if you know your men and you know your enemy, you cannot lose a battle, and he admired the commander for that. As his speech came to an end, Calanis couldn't stand waiting to discuss the issue of artillery any longer and spoke up before anyone else could.

[color=fff200]"Excuse me Pizurk, but I have noticed that you haven't planned for the artillery pieces that I have brought with myself. Surely you must not think that they are unnecessary, and I would argue against not using them."[/color] He quickly leant over the table, and moved all the artillery pieces into a formation behind the allied troops. His hands moved with skill, and the groups of artilelry he set up were fire bases tested by time in his mock matches against his father. [color=fff200]"Your plan is one that has won many battles in history, but I think you fail to see the chance we have right now. We are sure that our enemy won't deploy the 6th Legion because they want to keep their best troops for the last, so instead they send in their undergeared and unloyal auxilaries. Maybe after this battle, they will bring in their better troops, but this time our enemy expects a plan similar to yours. I say we do not hesitate to muster the biggest force we can, and route the auxilaries. If we don't, they will come back at a later date, but if we can score a decisive victory today that breaks their morale, they might even rebel or defect. They won't expect us using all of our resources, and artillery is something I doubt they would thoroughly account for in their plans. Our losses may be a few percent higher if we wish to crush them, but their losses will skyrocket if our mindset is more agressive against a weaker foe like them."
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He took a deep breath before continuing, watching the facial expressions of the other commanders. [color=fff200]"I suggest we stick to the plan, but try to use our artillery pieces on the enemy."[/color] He glanced towards Alexander, the person who has brought perhaps the most terrifyin arsenal with him in the form of armored war elephants. [color=fff200]"And I suggest we keep Alexander's heavy cavalry in reserve. If the enemy isn't wavered in morale by the time we close the trap on them, the elephants can make a short work of the enemy troops and their command structure stuck in a narrow tunnel. These auxilaries have never seen beasts like these before, but who knows if the Legionaries have devised a way of dealing with them. Let's grab this chance offered to us, and absolutely crush the first wave of enemies."[/color] He stopped to think about his next sentence, but nothing else came to his mind. The plan was simple, and his addition to it was nothing more than insurance, there was nothing complicated to understand here. So instead of saying anything else, he bowed and sat back down in his seat, his eyes glued to Pizurk.