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You had hoped to perhaps seal off the enemy at the roads, force them to risk their way through their camp where your men could fire at will and your mercenaries could drag them down from their horses, but it was far too late. They were far too swift - you'd not risk your men being run down. So instead, you desperately called for your pikemen to turn about and form alongside you. It was to your good fortune, then, that they were none too far, and in moments, the walls of pike had begun to close around you.
Your other men, of course, were not so lucky. It was not until your pikemen had begun to move that they noticed your change of plans...followed then by the chaos of realization. They sprung to run, desperate to find solace in either the forests or towards your "circle". Though most of your camp followers had fled for the treeline when you had sent for your warchest to be moved, those who had still stubbornly remained there finally saw it prudent to leave.
All the meanwhile, the Cavalieri advanced, galloping over the grass, their mounts yet still swifter than any horse. They continued to travel upwards in a northwestern direction, towards the middle road, towards your camp. Already they had left the range of your arquebuses and your southernmost musketeers, but your men in the westerly were at last within range. Their heavy firelocks resting upon the wagons, the Bluefeathered mercenaries fired off another organized volley of bullets upon the foe. Once more, the unlucky dozen of the company closest to them were brought down from their horses, their armor shattered and broke by the heavy pellet of the musket. It amazed you, the strength of the musket. As fine a weapon as the arquebus was, it failed yet often to pierce the toughest of armors. Yet where they had bounced uselessly off the armor of the giants, the muskets tore them with ease.
Yet still, it was not enough! Not nearly enough! What you had seen slain was but a hundreth of their numbers. It was of no surprise, truly: as fast as the foe was moving, and at such a distance, you'd no doubt but a fraction of the shots had made their mark. You'd need them to be closer, slower, within clear view if you wished to bring them down by the hundreds.
