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And so, on they marched, banners, flags and standards fluttering in the wind; the men of Greifswald continued upon the march forward. The wind was favourable as well, for it came from your back, giving ever so slightly the leg up to the archers in the rear.
The sun was nearly at its peak, with its golden rays reflecting off shining arms and helms alike. The sound of marching feet echoed through the countryside, a rhythmic beat that seemed to push the soldiers with its repetitive drumming.
A hundred paces
Eighty paces
They still hadn't taken the bait…
Sixty paces
Forty paces
Things were getting risky. <span class="mu-i">Take the damn bait, </span> were your thoughts, but the Svengalians didn't seem so eager.
Twenty paces, and soon enough, they would clash.
The signal was then given by horn, and as they were one man, the Greifswalders turned about to feint and lure their opponents out of their positions.
The Svengalians did move, but they remained temperate in their judgement, slowly advancing instead of the disorganised charge you had hoped for.
Still, the Greifswalder cavalry stood ready at either side, with a small numerical advantage over their opposite number.
But that wasn't relevant now; you had to see that the Greifswaldian foot is to be made in order and back in form.
Your veterans hadn't forgotten their lessons from the earlier conflicts, and they packed themselves closely in line. With the Svengalians out of their positions, you had gained a small victory, though it would seem that now more and more it would devolve into a traditional slugging match.
<span class="mu-s"> To receive the advance of the enemy foot, roll a 1d100, Bo3, [DC 60]. </span>
