Saderan perspective

Diabo sat in his tent overwatching the new legions being trained. This new doctrine was strange to Diabo but he could understand why it was being implemented. These enemies fought from afar so they needed to fight from afar as well. Though the main idea was still to fight up close and personal with the enemy. Diabo looked towards the west and saw the newest additions to the legions practicing their magic. Currently, he could see them forming magic shields and causing massive patches of fog to appear and block what little vision Diabo could see of them. He could see some of the mages helping out with testing their magic to boost the range of bolts, arrows, and even the range of trebuchets. He looked towards the cohorts and thought about their organization. From what he had learned the enemy had weapons that could annihilate whole cohorts in a single strike. So maybe cohorts should be broken down into contubernium sections and have the cohorts as more of an outline for their units. Tight formations against this new foe will only end with legions being decimated. Of course, this would have to change the legions, even more, centurions would still hold their positions but the decanus would have to be given more pull. If the legions were to be broken down to allow a more organized but spread out legion. This would complicate things with the legion being more disorganized when combat happens. But it would help against this new enemy. Diabo let out a sigh as a thought went through his mind. His brother Zorzal was being recalled from the northern frontier and when he arrived he would most likely use this new doctrine but take a more sledgehammer use of it. Zorzal was no fool on the battlefield he had taken on the barbarians in the north and against the warrior bunnies. Yet his brother while smart and wise on the battlefield was to put it simply an idiot when it came to the political field. As he stewed in his thoughts a legate approached his tent he quickly dismissed these thoughts and focused. 

Apollo: kneels and holds a fist over his heart. Salve Diabo.

Diabo: Salve Apollo, how goes the training.

Apollo: stands. It goes well Diabo, many of the veterans are grumbling over this new way of warfare but the new recruits are taking well to these new methods. The mages are something else though. The older ones are very resistant to trying to help us and the younger ones are well full of themselves.

Diabo: It will take time but soon they will be like any other legionaries. And hopefully, they will be able to assist and bend the tide in this new war. 

Apollo: It shall sir we shall win this war. The gods are with us.

Diabo: looks at his guards, chosen of Emory, and looks back at apollo. That they are. Now return and continue the training. 

Apollo: Of course sir. holds a fist over his heart bows then turns back to help with the training. 

Diabo: taps his foot. We shall win this. Saderan can't fail, it can't fall.

"I know its short but I'm very tired and just the writing juices haven't been flowing as well as before. So yeah sorry about that."