Trees are falling, plains are burning. The armies of steel and fire has come. Under the clanging and heat animals, protectors of the woods, are fleing. But when the biggest of us have left and it seems as most deperate, maybe it is the zise of ones sacrifice that counts. [Use small units in big ways to flood the enemy and spread the pest. Take advantage of their death and make them count. Once board is established use the power of decay to cleanse the forest.]