Standing beside Gleron and Skellum, the Dark Lord observed the battlefield like a general pondering where to deploy his troops. This fight was filled to the brim with magical powers unknown to him, enemies of the kind he had never encountered and allies he could not choose, but his confidence was not shaking, it never was. The first wave had fallen with deceptive ease, but their offensive capabilities were not in doubt, the defenders almost lost an able fighter before Bane's lightsaber put an end to the struggle of the few survivors.
Fighting the Galactic Republic had been straightforward, their grunts were but cannonfodder to the Force-empowered instincts of the former sergeant who had not even started learning the ways of the dark side. Less than a year later Bane had stormed away from the Sith training facilities after learning the complacence, corruption and lethargy of his masters. He denounced his teachers and swore to destroy them along with the Jedi. Cajoling the Sith to kill themselves in an desperate attempt to eliminate the Jedi Army of Light had been the greatest test of his talents so far. At the same time, he wiped out those who did not understand the real nature of the dark side and duped the Jedi into beliving that the Sith were all but gone. The dozens of death Jedi earlier and the decimation of one hundred more as the Sith finished their ritual was just the icing on the cake. Even defeating the five Jedi who learned of his existence was nothing compared to that. Now, watching his enemies and analysing their strategies, he realised that not even the so called Sith before him had displayed strategies of the nature he was facing now. "Whoever these creatures are, whatever they seek to accomplish, they have never faced a true Dark Lord of the Sith before. I must capitalise on that, move swiftly and with relentless force to crush the opposition before they adapt..." he thought.
He halted his reflections, but the grim determination that adorned his face did not change. Without moving a muscle, still staring intently towards the battlefield he sent a message to the group "We need a course of action. Because we are the true threat they face, it is merely a matter of time before they come to us and they have the numbers on their side. Quite possibly they did not expect to meet such fierce resistance, so we should keep up the pressure and continue hammering them. If we act fast enough, they might not be able to adapt. As of yet, we have the homefield advantage and we do not want to lose that. Any ideas?"