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| - “After a hard battle, Marth’s Altean Army- for it had grown to be called such- set foot at last in the kingdom of Aurelis. However, joining his might to that of the Aurelians would have to wait. As Marth descended into the vast green lea separating his troops from theirs, he heard a terrible sound: the galloping of enemy destriers, far away…then closer…Then far too close.” (Before the Beginning of Chapter)
* Malledus:“Aurelis, at last…The enemy will have sent their forces to meet us.”
* Marth:“Grust, Doluna, Gra..We’re up against their standing armies, and we must brace ourselves for it.”
* Malledus:“Sire, I believe it prudent that we start taking time to prepare our troops before each battle. We should select the warriors best suited for the situation and outfit them with the right weapons and items accordingly.”
* Marth:“All right, that’s sound advice- I believe I’ll take it.” (Beginning of Chapter)
* Bentheon:“An unknown army to the south? That must be the Altean princeling and his band of lickspittles. If they think we’ll sit by and let them join forces with the Aurelians, then they have another think coming. With this ridersbane, I’ll litter the lea with their cavalry!”
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