The battlefield was no playground, and Caesar knew that. It didn't help that his opponent somewhere on the other side of the field was his damned older brother. As much as he hated that fact, though, Caesar realized he didn't have time for brotherly rivalries right now, not in the midst of the battle.

His army was led by Hugo, and if anything happened to him now, everything would end. Too many people depended on the Flame Champion to lead them, and without a leader, the whole war effort was in vain.

It didn't help that the enemy was better equipped, or that they were much better organized than the mixed Grasslands crew who had only recently reached any kind of understanding about working together. Caesar glanced at his side where a group of duck clan warriors prepared for attack. While a normal strategist would have rolled his eyes, Caesar knew appearances could be deceiving. The ducks didn't look too tough, but they were skilled warriors nonetheless. It didn't change the fact that the army was rather diverse and far from organized. What held it all together was Hugo.

That damned idiot, Caesar almost swore under his breath. He could see the young leader across the field, charging in with a couple of their mages and casting something with his True Rune. It wasn't like Harmonia didn't have enough mages of their own, rather - but if there was anything good about this, it was the psychological effect the existence of a "Flame Champion" had on the Harmonian troops. Caesar just wished Hugo had been a little less hot-headed about the whole attack.

Honestly, had his damn boyfriend never heard of the word 'caution'? Caesar rolled his eyes as he watched Hugo and Fubar charge towards a Harmonian unit - wait, did his thoughts just slip to the boyfriend part? Caesar sighed and frowned a little. If there was something that had no place in the battlefield, it was feelings like these. It was something Albert would constantly remind him about, and what any teachers Caesar had known would have said. Emotions led to bad decisions.

Not that Caesar had to be the one making bad decisions when Hugo as reckless as he was. Then again, his job as the tactician was to support the leader, so Caesar called to a couple of Grasslander mages nearby and gave quick instructions to cast spells in the direction Hugo was heading. With the confusion going on, there was a chance it would work.

The mages went off to complete the order, and Caesar sighed while watching their young leader continue his charge. Tactically, Hugo's latest attack was incredibly foolish, but seeing the enemy group pulled back a little, startled by the charge, Caesar figured he couldn't be bothered to yell at Hugo for that one. Even if his list of things Hugo needed to be told off for was growing every moment.

Being the lead strategist of an army was more work than Caesar had thought, and it didn't help that Apple was there scolding him off for wanting to take a nap once in a while. He also found himself feeling responsible, and should his hot-blooded idiot of an army leader get himself killed, it would be his fault. Right, emotions. No place in the battlefield, he reminded himself.

To hell with all that; his teachers could say whatever they wanted. Caesar smirked as he watched Hugo pull away and move in for another attack. There were more important things than being a emotionless strategist who was moved by nothing; things like actually believing in those who fought the battles. Oh sure, it was a strategic advantage to know the abilities of one's troops, but it was another thing to actually believe they could pull it off, no matter what their backgrounds were - or even with a hot-blooded idiot for a leader.

And Caesar damn well believed in his commander, or boyfriend, whichever. These Grasslander people weren't about to give up, and Caesar was certainly not going to lose here either, whatever the odds. If Albert was a better strategist, at least Caesar believed in his men - and he damn well would believe in them, even if he had to stand there and watch that idiot pull yet another stupid move. Caesar smiled widely and waved back at Hugo, who was heading back across the field and waving in triumph. Together, they could win this.