The wind felt good in Rising Silver Gale's hair, his eyes closing for a moment to enjoy the strength of it. The scent of fresh rains had cleaned the air for the moment, reminding him of the forests back home. His hand pushes back through bright blue hair, knocking the bit of wetness that had clung to it down his back as he looks over the challenge they had ahead of them.
The Hozelbrucke Bridge stood as a testament to the brilliance of the Old Empire, to the glorious days of that age and a testament to the ingenuity and the strength of its people. The same people who marched by them with their heads hung low, soiled with mud and soot. The marked Payan looked them over for just a moment for any indications of corruption before turning towards the sniper beside him.
"I think that Garibaldi would turn over in his grave if we let those undead bastards soil it with his feet. Then again, maybe the Cinder King will give us a chance to ask his opinion, right?" The Peynar says from behind with a small, wry grin. He turns and looks over his assembled team; larger than usual but Command had made it clear that this was of critical importance. The Legion needed time to flee and forcing the undead to reroute through the smaller, weaker bridges would be a tactical advantage.
"Alright legionnaires, on me!" Silver commanded, nodding as the team assembled before him. "We all know the plan; we are to use Gurgle's last gift to us to detonate this bridge and make sure not a single rotten bastard makes it across. The enemy knows this is a vital position but things to our brothers and sister dying on the other side, we are not expected to be entirely overwhelmed."
"Zemyati, Doyen, I want you both to take high advantage locations on top of the wiring. It is going to be wet, it is going to be slippery. You are not allowed to die from a fall. Be our eyes for high priority targets and eliminate the more dangerous nuisances." The two snipers were both dangerous and skilled, he had seen their talent already in the field of battle. His attention turned next towards the heavy in their presence.
"Brother Attero, you are a machine. You are the key to us holding them off of the bridge. You will be joining me, Alisa, Jughead, and Aron at the front. Any carts or things that can be used to make a barricade, we shall do so. Tabita, you know how to use explosive, you're quick, and so you will be setting up the charges. Monicca, I trust you to make sure she stays on task. Even if we are dying, you must get the bombs set. Am I clear?" The Panyar looked between his soldiers, adjusting the red cloak on his shoulders before checking the beautifully crafted pistol on his side one last time. There was a moment for questions from his comrades, a chance to speak up or add to his plan. Silver Gale was not an officer that earned his title in a school. Promoted from the ranks, he was more than willing to hear what his comrades had to say.