Pinch.

The Arcadian fleet was stuck in the middle of the allied forces and they were losing blood. As the generals suggested, they went in for a frontal assault but the result was not something they had expected. The prince could not figure out what happened. 

According to him, the plan was flawless. Even if the Neomonians discovered his activities, they should not be able to counter his forces to such an extent. He watched as the warships in his fleet fell, as his people turned to space debris. He roared and said, "Call for immediate support, I want the whole of Arcana to be mobilized." 

The general nodded and immediately send out a distress signal. He was happy that the unruly third prince had not snapped his neck in two. The guy was anything but happy and calm at this moment. This was his chance to save his neck, when the prince had told them to rush out and regroup it was, he who counter-advised.