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At the end of the pass, atop the highest peak in the range, Lokass studied the datascreen.

"So our foe now digs in..."

Pacing over to a long range comms array, he lifted a mouthpiece, pressed a button on the side, and spoke.

"Our foe hath dicided to dig in, weary of our defences. Tell me shadowmaster, art they safe in their land tanks?"

A deep voice hissed back a few moments later. "Not for long."

As a blizzard whipped across the ice plains, not a single cabal troop, not even the weary psions, noticed a series of cloaked fallen slip past their defences and into two land tanks outside the pass.

(The shadowmaster is an older reaver captain, one inclined to take things more slowly and cautiously than most others. But he did not earn, and keep, his rank for many years by getting caught...)