He hadn't anticipated something as advanced as a pincer attack, instead expecting a total, all out berserker charge of his line. Still, he had rolled the wall about enough to repel most flanking movements, and the cavalry was in the forest. And he had a single, well played card. The fall season was well under way, and it had been oddly dry before he had arrived. There had been a storm system brewing behind a mountain range, almost ready to surge forward a couple days before the lines were due to meet. A single thought message to the Queen had requested that storm system be held back a quartet of days, and that had been three days ago this morning. The forest was dry, and full of leaves. A good forest fire would force the flankers back, and up the middle, where the massed traps would destroy a majority of the forces, allowing the wall and troops to deal with the survivors, and for the catapults to clean up the merely wounded.<br/><br/>He turned back to the army, still clearly visible to the trolls, and spoke, easily loud enough to be heard by the entirety of both armies. "Catapults to the flanks. Light and release. Then reload! Our line will HOLD!"