He gave her a smile, before shrugging. "Then we adapt. Its what humans do. The ones that survive retain the right to breed. The ones that fail... don't. But I have ideas."<br/><br/>Those ideas consisted of catapults, their baskets filled with jars of pitch with a burning rag attached once the trolls arrived. It would allow them to destroy the injured, and thin out charges before his bombs did. He explained the basic idea for the fight tomorrow to the Prince. "The trolls are moving as a barely controlled mass, lead elements about a day from us, the rear most are maybe half a day behind them. I think the leader will not bother to gather all the trolls for this fight, if he doesn't realize I am here. Instead, he will simply pitch what he has at the wall, and rely on their hardiness and aggression to overrun it. We use archers and the catapults as you described, thinning them and finishing off the wounded, and I wait until he realizes that we are too tough for that to work. He should mass up at that point, and charge. We follow the same plan, outriders in the forest to make sure he isn't trying to flank us. Once most of his forces are gathered, we let him charge, and then I activate the traps I was setting up ahead of everyone."<br/><br/>He had been vague about what the traps would do, merely saying they would thin out the charge, and he could blunt one or two of them but would require the catapults to finish them off. He would hold them still, and the catapults would get some target practice.