The Master's POV

I sat in my mansion in Elvis Pine and looked at the map in front of me. The battle had begun and it was going smoothly. My men had attacked the West flank to counter André’s archers.

If it was all going according to plan l, we should have started mopping the floor with them.

I grinned and eased back into my chair. This was all to easy. Did André really think that he could win the battle with only four hundred thousand men? My men were nearing six hundred thousand.

I ...