Percival was thinking.
He spent almost ten minutes doing the mental chore, strategizing his course of movement.
In the ninth minute, his plan solidified.
Here in the vertical labyrinth of the Mangrove Battlefield, a single concentrated force was prey. The Draconian Stalkers hunted on a hive-link; find one, and the entire zone would converge like piranhas to blood.
So, the strategy was simple.
"Divide," he commanded the minions behind him. "Form six groups of six."
The Skeletons obeyed, forming six different teams. Percival then gave them their orders.
"We're spreading out. You move to different corners on the map. Doing so, the Draconian Stalkers will be drawn to you. Kill as many as you can."
"Go. Now."
The Skeleton Soldiers turned and vanished, sprinting along the colossal roots and leaping across chasms, fanning out toward the distant edges of the zone.
But Percival had kept one team with himself.
