Still so, the arquebusiers of the Banda Grisa maintain their morale, and fire off a wounded yet still firm barrage. In the distance, a few of the triclopes at the front of their troop seem to fall over, their bodies immediately dragged by their fellows in the back of the line. Whether they are dead or wounded you do not know, but the fall in their numbers leaves you with hope: these behemoths can be felled, these giants are no less mortal than you are!

As your arquebusiers rush down the road to join their fellows, your pikemen opening the way, you hear too the battle calls of your knights, their horns blaring as they gallop down the valley, still distant yet finally in play. If your supply train had been longer, how much more they would have taken? It does not matter, however, for your foes prepare to launch another barrage, and you have doubts you will be as luck as you were this time!

You could yet continue this charge, and perhaps even join them as you run down the giants like ancient warriors of old...but how shall you fell such great foes? You would be like newborns mounted on rats to these Himmerian monsters. The death toll would be great. Yet at the same time, to hold back, to retreat out of their range and simply wait for your men to win a firing duel, would that too not be a condemnation of hundreds of your own to an untimely death? Are your men even capable of holding off as they are bombarded by a company's worth of cannons, or will they merely break, leaving you for dead?

They have begun lighting the fuses; you've not much more time!

CHOOSE YOUR OPTION
>Lead the charge of the Knights yourself; Today you become a Giantslayer!
>Have the knights charge, but do not go yourself, spare your life the risk!
>Move out of the range of these slingers and have your arquebusiers exchange fire with them!
>Write-in