Tapping the mandibles on his helmet, Seth spoke matter-of-factly. "Our initial plan was to infiltrate the Emir's palace quietly and take his brother alive, as requested of us. I did account for unforeseen circumstances and prepared a contingency, arming a portion of the men with high powered precision rifles. If you can ferry them to vantage points, they can make themselves a nuisance for the enemy, and in a concerted effort through the use of explosive rounds, might even trick the enemy into thinking we have an artillery unit on our side. I'm sure there's a great deal of hesitation caused by the sight of a comrade exploding into mist. Breaking their morale gives us opportunities to exploit, break it hard enough and we can even cause them to rout." It appeared as if the Centurion very much favored a decisive course of action, wherein the enemy could be broken, forced into a retreat and then either managed from range while the line is held, or defeated in detail through gradual efforts to catch stragglers in the formation off guard. The suggestion of forming a shield wall at choke points and stemming the flow of the enemy was a strategy he already considered, decisively he shook his head before speaking further. "Let them come." With an absence of elaboration, that sounded like a suggestion of suicide, but the dramatic pause wouldn't last long. "Bait them to an alternative location close by, lead them to believe that is our bastion, and then when they commit to a charge my men will rain explosive rounds from a distance. When they rout we'll paint the sand red with them." It was a risky gambit that might cost the Emir some of his best men if it didn't occur smoothly. But Seth seemed confident he could break the resolve of their enemy and then drive them off even without the presence of the King's army. All he needed to do was succeed in making them believe they were fighting a much larger and more thoroughly prepared force.