There is a sudden flash of light, and the majority of the Perthian forces disappear. The Monarchy finds themselves displaced about a mile away from the trenchline. Everything is silent and still for a what seems like an eternity. Then the wail of a hundred bagpipes fills the air as the one thousand Kriegans who did not get teleported away arise from their trenches, bayonets affixed, and walk with a single purpose toward the Monarchy troops. At their head can be seen Sauron Melchior, Antiochus of the Wandering Crusaders and former Lord Commander of the Perthian Imperial Guard. As they walk, the remaining troops begin to sing a dirge in a strange and ancient language, knowing they are walking to their deaths.