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Victory is within your grasp; you can almost taste it. The Mizarians had a good plan, that's true, but their positioning was atrocious. All it requires is one last push, a last prod in the right direction.
Thinking, you notice that the flank of their archers is exposed while they make an attempt to defend themselves from a melee they are ill-suited to fight. With a swift manoeuvre, you can capitalise on this vulnerability and secure the victory that is so close at hand.
You spy your horse on the left; the right should remain in place to guard against their other archers, but the ones on the left are ripe for the picking. Once the knights and horsemen charge, you shall have your men push with all their might. This shall require some finesse, as one should not spend the energy of the horses charging up the hill, but one should still start the charge as soon as is convenient as to maximise its impact.
It shall require good timing; that much is certain, but with how the battle is going, you are confident that it shall work out.
To that end, you seek out the leader of that compartment of the army. A Greifswalder noble of middle age by the name of Franz Prätz von Mechelüng.
<span class="mu-i"> ''My lord von Mechelüng, I have orders for you; as you can see, the enemy is beginning to falter. As such, you are to ride up and then charge them as soon as it's possible.'' </span> You told him.
<span class="mu-i"> ''You wish for us to charge up the slope, my lord? Forgive me, but would leave precious little time to bring out the charge.'' </span>
<span class="mu-i"> ''You may swerve and manoeuvre as you please, if at all possible you shall keep at the walk until the crest of the hill, then you may descend at the greatest speed possible.'' </span>
The man starched his chin before riding back to his own men.
<span class="mu-i"> ''Right lads! Our future Duke is counting on us to end this dance in our favour. As such, I intend to shove my own lance up the rear of as many of those phoenix worshipping pansies that you could make a tree out of it! Now who's with me?'' </span>
Sounds of agreement came from his men before they all kicked in their spurs and rode off.
<span class="mu-s"> -Roll a 1d100, DC 65 (Base DC of 50+15 (Wavering enemy) =65) </span>
