Sephiroth: Oh yes… him. *reaches up to snatch the Secretary’s papers, sifting through them until he finds a blank sheet. He steals the pen too and slides his lunch tray aside, and then begins to draw out a battle formation on it* Put the elf and his stupid elf-friends on the front-line. The shining one who wears the ridiculous armor can lead the charge. Behind them, put in a few First-Class, but mostly Seconds. Any competent Thirds can go too. *hands the paper back to the Secretary, glaring at him* No more than eighty men. Should really be sixty, twenty per dragon, but if using the inexperienced, at least a handful of them are bound to be eaten. *snarls* Now move out!
