They march off to their death, and it is a pretty picture. Domino soldiers, soon to discover the extent of their invincibility. Their confidence is a fallacy, their training a waste. They are led by the grey one, who is not as broken as she thinks. They are to discover there are yet more ways to break, and break they will, before they die in lines of hopeless infantry. The enemy waits smiling because, oh, how they love a challenge; bone, blood, mettle.
They march away, but from here they can only fall.