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6/18/2025, 12:37:01 AM
You'd like to run for the hills and flee from such a danger, but you know your men have no chance of outrunning a giant - with legs as long as theirs, they must surely be as swift as a horse even on foot. You must stand and fight! If not for your life, then for those of your men, for the civilians you follow, for your dear Joan, who even now must be far behind you, accompanying your property in the wagon trains!
"Have the arquebusiers assault! Where are my knights?" you yell. We need them now! must harass those giants while the firelocks get in range!"
"In the rear, sire! They were assigned to the rear!" replies Bartolomé. Indeed, because you assigned your knights to the rear, they are yet a ways to arrive, though even now, you can see their forms galloping down the valley.
As they gallop, however, your men already advance; the soldiers of the Banda Grisa, whom you had assigned to the vanguard, take the field, close enough that within moments, their men were within firing range. Though before they could fire, you heard it again: the whistling off the approaching balls, flying through the air.
When their barrage of explosion begins again, you are far enough to look at the horrid sight. Many of them explode too early, blowing up mid-flight as though in a fireworks show; many more, you imagine, don't explode at all. Yet the ones who do, they do so with impressive power, exploding in a cloud of scattered dust and debris. Though by some great luck, none of the grenades hit a unit dead-on, the screaming that follows tells you that the shrapnel sent these explosions is no less deadly.
"Have the arquebusiers assault! Where are my knights?" you yell. We need them now! must harass those giants while the firelocks get in range!"
"In the rear, sire! They were assigned to the rear!" replies Bartolomé. Indeed, because you assigned your knights to the rear, they are yet a ways to arrive, though even now, you can see their forms galloping down the valley.
As they gallop, however, your men already advance; the soldiers of the Banda Grisa, whom you had assigned to the vanguard, take the field, close enough that within moments, their men were within firing range. Though before they could fire, you heard it again: the whistling off the approaching balls, flying through the air.
When their barrage of explosion begins again, you are far enough to look at the horrid sight. Many of them explode too early, blowing up mid-flight as though in a fireworks show; many more, you imagine, don't explode at all. Yet the ones who do, they do so with impressive power, exploding in a cloud of scattered dust and debris. Though by some great luck, none of the grenades hit a unit dead-on, the screaming that follows tells you that the shrapnel sent these explosions is no less deadly.
6/18/2025, 12:35:29 AM
You'd like to run for the hills and flee from such a danger, but you know your men have no chance of outrunning a giant - with legs as long as theirs, they must surely be as swift as a horse even on foot. You must stand and fight! If not for your life, then for those of your men, for the civilians you follow, for your dear Joan, who even now must be far behind you, accompanying your property in the wagon trains!
"Have the arquebusiers assault! Where are my knights?" you yell. "We need them now! We must harass those giants while the firelocks get in range!"
"In the rear, sire! They were assigned to the rear!" replies Bartolomé. Indeed, because you assigned your knights to the rear, they are yet a ways to arrive, though even now, you can see their forms galloping down the valley.
As they gallop, however, your men already advance; the soldiers of the Banda Grisa, whom you had assigned to the vanguard, take the field, close enough that within moments, their men were within firing range. Though before they could fire, you heard it again: the whistling off the approaching balls, flying through the air.
When their barrage of explosion begins again, you are far enough to look at the horrid sight. Many of them explode too early, blowing up mid-flight as though in a fireworks show; many more, you imagine, don't explode at all. Yet the ones who do, they do so with impressive power, exploding in a cloud of scattered dust and debris. Though by some great luck, none of the grenades hit a unit dead-on, the screaming that follows tells you that the shrapnel sent these explosions is no less deadly.
"Have the arquebusiers assault! Where are my knights?" you yell. "We need them now! We must harass those giants while the firelocks get in range!"
"In the rear, sire! They were assigned to the rear!" replies Bartolomé. Indeed, because you assigned your knights to the rear, they are yet a ways to arrive, though even now, you can see their forms galloping down the valley.
As they gallop, however, your men already advance; the soldiers of the Banda Grisa, whom you had assigned to the vanguard, take the field, close enough that within moments, their men were within firing range. Though before they could fire, you heard it again: the whistling off the approaching balls, flying through the air.
When their barrage of explosion begins again, you are far enough to look at the horrid sight. Many of them explode too early, blowing up mid-flight as though in a fireworks show; many more, you imagine, don't explode at all. Yet the ones who do, they do so with impressive power, exploding in a cloud of scattered dust and debris. Though by some great luck, none of the grenades hit a unit dead-on, the screaming that follows tells you that the shrapnel sent these explosions is no less deadly.
6/18/2025, 12:33:41 AM
You'd like to run for the hills and flee from such a danger, but you know your men have no chance of outrunning a giant - with legs as long as theirs, they must surely be as swift as a horse even on foot. You must stand and fight! If not for your life, then for those of your men, for the civilians you follow, for your dear Joan, who even now must be far behind you, accompanying your property in the wagon trains!
"Have the arquebusiers assault! Where are my knights? We must harass those giants while the firelocks get in range!" you demand.
"In the rear, sire! They were assigned to the rear!" replies Bartolomé. Indeed, because you assigned your knights to the rear, they are yet a ways to arrive, though even now, you can see their forms galloping down the valley.
As they gallop, however, your men already advance; the soldiers of the Banda Grisa, whom you had assigned to the vanguard, take the field, close enough that within moments, their men were within firing range. Though before they could fire, you heard it again: the whistling off the approaching balls, flying through the air.
When their barrage of explosion begins again, you are far enough to look at the horrid sight. Many of them explode too early, blowing up mid-flight as though in a fireworks show; many more, you imagine, don't explode at all. Yet the ones who do, they do so with impressive power, exploding in a cloud of scattered dust and debris. Though by some great luck, none of the grenades hit a unit dead-on, the screaming that follows tells you that the shrapnel sent these explosions is no less deadly.
"Have the arquebusiers assault! Where are my knights? We must harass those giants while the firelocks get in range!" you demand.
"In the rear, sire! They were assigned to the rear!" replies Bartolomé. Indeed, because you assigned your knights to the rear, they are yet a ways to arrive, though even now, you can see their forms galloping down the valley.
As they gallop, however, your men already advance; the soldiers of the Banda Grisa, whom you had assigned to the vanguard, take the field, close enough that within moments, their men were within firing range. Though before they could fire, you heard it again: the whistling off the approaching balls, flying through the air.
When their barrage of explosion begins again, you are far enough to look at the horrid sight. Many of them explode too early, blowing up mid-flight as though in a fireworks show; many more, you imagine, don't explode at all. Yet the ones who do, they do so with impressive power, exploding in a cloud of scattered dust and debris. Though by some great luck, none of the grenades hit a unit dead-on, the screaming that follows tells you that the shrapnel sent these explosions is no less deadly.
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