As lord commander Methusela and his host ascended the Levantine mountains, they waited for the battle to come. Outnumbered by the Assyrian army, Methusela awaited his final plan to unfold. The cranes, flying towards the horizon, halted their motion and began to circle in the air. The enemy was marked now, the cranes hovering above them. While Methusela and his army were unlikely to survive, the strongest blow would be his.