Over at the command centre, the three commanders stood in various settings. A table had been set up with a map of the area unfurled and weighed down by a few stones. Gro-Tagnud stood rod straight beside the table with his hands behind his back. Teroiah had set up a metre-high standing litter topped with cushions upon which she sat cross-legged with a stemmed glass of water and three potions to restore her magicka. From their views upon the plateau with Ri'vashi, they observed the devastation Meesei's pack wrought.

"We have maintained our momentum," Teroiah said. "It is time we sought an objective while our artillery is brought to bear."

"Don't get cocky," Gro-Tagnud rumbled without taking his eyes off the field.

Teroiah laughed condescendingly. "I shall draw upon my [i]own[/i] experience, Legate-General. How about you hold the flank like we discussed and my soldiers will make for the towers. Ri'vashi? I trust you have retained the strength to keep the Daedra scattered?"

She did not wait before sending a magical signal light up from her litter. It was all in their battleplan anyway. Enough Dominion troops had emerged from the portal that they were ready and poised to emerge from the gaps in the Legion lines like fluid gold. The frontline had conjured bound spears and shields, behind them were mages bringing forth more conjured Daedrea skirmishers and destructive spells, and at the rear were archers set to clear the way. They advanced down the plateau in an assertive formation, heading towards the towers to take them before the chaos below could fully resolve.