In the end the plans meant nothing, all it took was one unforeseen consequence to unravel every thread of strategic consideration. With every thud the enemy made against the slowly crumbling shield wall, whether it be from their own bodies or from bullets, the Iberians pushed back firmly. Backed into a shallow cave, nowhere to run, the truest test of what courage men had. Against the backdrop of occasionally howling wind, Seth and his men screamed against every charge, unwilling to concede defeat, even if its obviousness was lethal. The only reason the enemy had not managed to break through was the constant barrage of tear gas billowing out from the confined space, it rendered them devoid of the energy necessary to overpower the thinning wall of shields. But gaps did form, and the enemy did try to take advantage of it. From the looks of his gear, it was if one of the enemy officer's had broken through the line and made a dash straight for Seth. He was successful in doing so, knocking the Centurion to the ground, locked in a struggle which would only last a few seconds. Seth gripped the man by his neck, despite being on his back, and allowed the beams of light unleashed by the mandibles on his helmet to do the rest, they were very much a practical feature. With this, he emerged again and joined the wall, who were relieved to see that their commander was not dead. A small consolation, considering that the wall was now beginning to buckle. If this was how they died, then there would be more honor if their deaths came to them on the field of battle, rather than cramped up and on the verge of cowering in a cave. "Iberia Invicta!" Seth screamed and rallied his men with him, leading what looked to be a purely sacrificial charge through enemy lines. They made some headway, surprisingly enough despite the absolute numerical advantage of their foes, but the enemy would soon begin to pull back and surround the isolated shield bearers and their commander. Fully aware of how this would end, with their blood in the sand and the mission a total failure, Seth and his men steeled themselves and occupied the full attention of the enemy forces for the briefest of moments. Till the sand felt like it was beginning to rumble from the slaughter, or so they thought. The rumbling only worsened, to the point where fighting slowed, almost to a halt. The men collectively too distracted by the sight of sand being rapidly displaced beneath their feet to focus on one another. Something which Seth soon saw the need to capitalize on.