Millenia past, their ancestors had ruled most of the continent, reigning with such terror that even now, children in Mirevale were frightened with tales of man-eating giants coming from beyond the mountains. The Sbravani - their descendants, and claimants to their legacy, stood amidst one of the few states that could yet challenge the might of the Empire; Only the League of Bach, and their vast and wealthy territories, could stand aside them in claiming such a feat. Such was their strength that a single company of their kind could fetch a monthly price as high as most regiments in their entirety.

And now, one such company had emerged from the treeline, with intent no less clearly murderous.

Before you could even give the first order, these giants, some long tool in their hands, began to spin it. Slings. You scrambled to tell your men to move, to pull back with your retinue, sprinting out of the road the fastest you could. A sharp whistling sound from above told you that you were too late.

Loud thundering, explosions, a barrage of cannonballs exploding right besides you as men were turned into a thin mist. The screaming of the wounded now joined those of the panicking. You knew not what to do.

Suddenly, you were shaked out of your stupor by the captain of your retinue, Hidalgo Bartolomé.

"Sire!" he yelled, almost dragging you and your horse further away from the road. "These are Grenade Slingers! They're no less deadly than a cannon, each of them! The men need orders fast, or they'll break!

He is right - you must not let yourself be taken by panic, not now when so much yet can be done! But what can you do?

CHOOSE YOUR OPTION
>Charge them at all costs, with all units!
>Run for the hills! They'll not be able to hit you there!
>Call up your knights, have them charge while your arquebusiers approach them!
>Write-in