Weight of command (3)

Contrary to the scene of Lenia calmly mounted on her horse as she watched the battle taking place, the scene at the Dark Elven encampment was not as calm. Matron Akasha was furiously smashing things as she whipped one of her male slaves in her tent. Reports were streaming into her command tent as the battle progressed and each was more bleak than the last.

"It's as if that bitch has a counter to every move we make!"

The fact that their spiders were discovered before they could ambush the enemy and the complete failure of their assassins infuriated her. She had never expected to win the first exchange as her enemy's army was formidable despite the inferior numbers. However, she expected there to be some damage. She wanted to give her opponent a serious set back in the hopes of pressuring her into submitting. Unfortunately, not only had her plans so far not been effective, even the slave army was barely making a dent in the opponent's forces.