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Again, you resist the urge to take personal action – not yet!
The lines are starting to distort and shift chaotically – you’re struggling to keep track of the fighting in each corner of the skirmish. You curse the poor visibility through your helm – it’s a constant irritation to you when in command. Still, you’re able to see the larger developments of the battle, mostly due to the flags being carried by each battalion, high about the clouds of dust.
To your north, your sweeping advance is smashing apart Adrastus’ line. You’re surprised to see that the dregs of his north flank have managed to band together under black-and-green and black-and-brown flags, rather than simply flee the field. These scant few of Adrastus’ troops are now managing to delay your northern sweep around to Adrastus’ backline, and as a result, a decisive tactical victory is starting to slip out of your grasp. The battle is going on for too long - your troops will soon start to lose cohesion... As frustrated as you are by the delay, you point out these enemy defenders to Argyros – he’ll help you remember to reward these men well for their persistence and dedication.
To the south – you watch your troops bungle their attack. Instead of a decisive hammerblow, your soldiers are poorly-coordinated and squander their momentum – even from this distance, you see that instead of tight formations, the lines have decayed into a muddle of thrashing men. Still, your southern line is considerably healthier and more well-manned. Again, only a bare handful of Adrastus’ troopers have managed to forestall your success, and – but wait!
A break in the lines interrupts your thought – one of the enemy battalions, under a black-and-blue flag, abruptly turns tail and retreats! They maintain discipline as they scamper away from the melee – not quite a rout, you guess that they are simply disobedient and selfishly hoping to escape further punishment. Regardless, their unexpected surrender of position exposes the final southern reserves of Adrastus’ command. You belt out a series of commands at your southern troops, exhorting them to advance, advance, advance and make use of the unexpected turn of events. The battle still drags on too long, but with the possibility of wrapping Adrastus' army from both directions, you're now confident that your men will be victorious.
Fresh howls of pain draw your attention back to your uncles, Mecisteus and Pronax – they’ve nearly finished shredded your flailing battalion of troops, under the white-yellow flag. Some thirty commoner men hoist their ox-hide shields and pray that your uncles don’t remove their heads or shatter their legs with the mighty blows from their training spears. Your simple plan to ambush them with your <span class="mu-i">Inachian Honorguard</span> is coming to fruition – you watch with interest as your elites pounce on your uncles from behind, distracted as they are with pummeling their lessers.
>ran out of time, next update tomorrow
