The Battle of Father and Son

[Anastasia]

Okay, let's start with this one in review now that we're going back to Seira. What was Seira's plan here and do you need any refreshers on the situation here?

[Corwin]

From here:

Once the attack is spotted, I'll cast the asterisk'd spells, but that's my prep. The rest was already stated. If Zaaman Rul and Valar defer from planning deployment strategy, I would propose that we simply are responsible for separate duties. His forces can keep guard well, familiar with the terrain. Our forces can serve as the first line of defense after me, since they are varied and anything that gets past me due to sheer numbers or other bullshit will be better suited to fighting Fire-based enemies than other Fire-based creatures. Zaaman Rul will be there with my team, Amaryl, and Oraga's team.

Finally, Lady Honeydip will be ready to be used as reserves, either to be brought in on the heels of an invading force to trap any enemies that press into Zaaman Rul's realm between our armies or to reinforce our forces if we need the numbers due to attrition. Finally, there exists the risk of diversion, so she could find herself deployed against it.

[Corwin]

One thing I'd like to know is how close in parallel this is happening. Will I have Honeydip available as reserves if she breaks off pursuit, or is she fully engaged?

Otherwise, I'll be out there, chilling with no one allied for 2.5 miles in any direction~

[Anastasia]

Honeydip and friends will be tied up with this, yes.

Give me Perception, just for reference ahead.

[Corwin]

Taking 10 for 118, divine insight used

[Anastasia]

Patience. Waiting. Battle looms and yet the battlefield ahead is silent and still, at least for now. Anticipation is heavy on you as you wait. Every moment is tension, armies surely gathering and preparing, ready to come forth like an eruption of lava.

You're a fool to be here, Seira. Do you wish to be cremated alongside Zaaman Rul?

[Corwin]

High risk, high reward, Seira muses back. There's a nonzero chance we'll end you by working together. And I do still owe you for that nasty prank with my temple.

[Anastasia]

You think you can even slow me, Seira? I will incinerate you as I incinerate everything else. Flee, little child, flee and go back to hiding on the Astral. Fire is no place for you. Flee before I get angry with you.

[Corwin]

You're not angry now? What have I been doing wrong? You simply must tell me, Darling~

[Anastasia]

Existing, fool.

[Corwin]

No, no. When I asked what I've been doing wrong, I was clearly talking about not getting you angry enough. I suppose my existence could just give you a case of the warm fuzzies, but then why would you pretend to be annoyed and call me names? It really doesn't make much sense. Is it your Evil side? I've often been a proponent of the hypothesis that being Evil literally makes people lose intellect, as displayed through their poor life choices.

Seira taps her lips thoughtfully, venturing, Would you like me to help you find redemption?

[Anastasia]

No, I will have you watch as I hold Amaryl beneath me. We will see what happens when you lie defeated and Amaryl is powerless to resist me.

Or...will she be happy she's finally liberated from a impudent, uppity fool? Happy someone can take care of her like you never can.

I'm coming for you, Seira, and you can't do a thing to stop me.

[Corwin]

Those threats are so pathetic they take care of any residual pre-battle jitters for Seira!

It's your funeral~

[Anastasia]

Then welcome to the inferno.

[Corwin]

I find myself reminded of my old adventurer's motto. If you pick a fight with me and lose like a little bitch, I get all your things, right?