Yava
Ambrosia laughed in scorn. "Oh my, you certainly are something aren't you." she said, smiling wickedly, "If only you had even half an idea who you're dealing with. Someone like me has no need for meisters that have turned to petty crime."
"Someone... like you?" Sola managed to choke out between gasps.
Ambrosia smirked confidently. "You know I really shouldn't answer that, but since you asked so nicely..." She reached up to her left eye and carefully removed the contact that had matched it to her right. It left behind a pupil-less sphere covered in red and blue patterns and symbols.
Astarte
In her home county Astarte was a person of importance, but when it came to war she was much closer to the rank and file. She commanded all the forces of Hell, certainly, but she was still far removed from the true command stations held by the Ladies and Dames. Hell's militia had been assigned to set up camp along the border in Nyght, and scouts had reported a Katrian camp on the other side, no doubt preparing to attack come morning. Astarte had a dozen tanks at her disposal, likely a pittance relative to the Katrians, who would easily have thrice that. It would be pointless to try to match those numbers, there simply wasn't enough time between raising the militia and deployment to train more than a few new tank crews.
On the other hand, the two Ladies that had accompanied Astarte's legion were a blessing. For starters, neither of them was Nyna. Further, even if Katrian had brought a thousand meisters, they could never get away with sending out more than three or four, and a well-trained Lady was easily a match for any one Katrian meister. Sure they couldn't compare to the might of Dames, any of whom could deal with three Katrians single-handedly, but they were still a far cry about the mass-produced meisters that Katria pumped out.
Lady Hytay Mercurial was a close combat specialist wielding an Earth baton that would reliably crack just about anything.
Lady Gene of Kalasutra used a ball of Shadow to fight, Astarte didn't know what her weapon was that generated it. The Shadow she created weaved around her body at high speed, creating optical illusions all around her as it twisted and turned. Her weapon was apparently incapable of offense, but she'd found success in simply shooting her baffled foes.
Since neither was particularly well equipped to cross a battlefield, Tyran would most definitely be playing defense. Once a Katrian meister attacked, Astarte would pull her forces back and the meisters would take over. It was how all battles went, but that didn't mean she had no control. It was up to Astarte to minimize casualties among her troops and ensure that the battle didn't end before her side's meisters could engage at all. It was important, even if it was far from the glory of holy weapon combat.
Eilyth
Brigadier General Cara Donly looked like she wanted anything but to be awake at this late hour. A feeling Eilyth could surely understand. Eilyth and Cara had been able to strike up a decent working relationship, in no small part thanks to Leah already knowing the general quite well. Cara was a strict but hands off commander, so long as you stuck to the important rules, she didn't care much about the details. She was still a bit harder to deal with than Leah had been, but that was just the expectation when you moved up the ranks. It was Cara who had called Eilyth to the command tent at three in the morning, mostly likely to discuss the upcoming attack and what role Eilyth would be taking. She already knew her battalion would be taking point in the operation, but she'd received no instructions in regards to how she herself would be involved.
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