The first strike was the right of every city defense. The enemy spent their phase entering the hex, then any ranged defenders got to fire. 178 Attacks flew from the wall, and Victoria smiled to see it. However heavy, the dogs would be slaughtered on the field, and then as they attempted to breach the walls and engage with her brave Bramen.
33 hits. The dogs had good defense. Never mind. Not too shabby.
A few seconds to reorganize between phases and… oh. The dogs could dig. Victoria watched, the blood draining from her face as the hounds of war began to burrow. Oh. And the Snow Angels… ah. Gust. A cold wind blew from the Fairies, and the defending Bramen lost their ability to fire for the phase. Titans’ Teets! By the time they recovered for the next phase, all of the enemies were underground, and out of shot.
Victoria waved a hand to silence the Thinkamancer. “All units to the Garrison.”
The Garrison was, well, not. There was a space in the center of the Courtyard that was the Garrison spot, but there was no building, just a simple chair to count as a throne, and some benches were the units sat to eat. There was no defensive bonus for this space, but it was the heart of the UnderEmpire. If the garrison fell, all the defenders would be prisoners, and Victoria could not have that.
There were three routes to the Garrison – Air, Walls, and Dungeons. Victoria had a Tower to protect the Air zone, but no flying enemies. The Walls would have helped against ground units, but not burrowing units. Underopia had no Dungeons to defend against burrowers. The dogs would burst from the ground and be in the garrison in the next phase.
“Stack for maximum defense.”
Victoria walked to her throne. Her options were limited. Time for some quick flashes to her various commanders throughout the rest of the empire. Letting them know something was wrong, and to stand alert. Telling them she was proud to be their Queen.
A few seconds remained. Treasury? Better spent than captured. She turned to five of her Archers. “You are now Heavy units.”
They seemed surprised, but the arrival of extra brawn and armour was automatic.
“Lembrassa – stack with me.”
The caster shook her head. “I do not think that is wise, Majesty.”
“It is an order.”
“An order I must disobey. My defence value will lower the average of the stack, and endanger you. I think we are unlikely to survive this battle. I will do all I can to increase your odds.”
Victoria started to argue, but the next phase was beginning.
“I think it has been a pleasure, Majesty. I think.”
The Queen watched in silence as her unstacked caster solo engaged a rising wolf.