''Close ranks, let not a single one through. If what Konrad said is true, Leszek shall act rashly and aggressively.'' You told your officers as much.

With that knowledge in hand, you, officer, set off. Soon they were hard-pressed against the mass of men Leszek had been able to obtain. Though they would come up against the shields, arms, and armour of your men. Forged in the times of your father, tempered by your experience crusading, and proving itself in countless battles since then. It was no small boast to say that your core of veterans were themselves made from steel at this point.

They came down upon your soldiers like the waves upon the shore, only to be broken by the bulwarks that were your line. For now, they could hold, and with your archers providing support from the rear, you could hopefully avoid a slugging match. Though you did keep your horsemen in reserve for a hammer and anvil, in case that would prove necessary.

Far off to your right flank, near where the Mozolavians were positioned. You could see just what Leszek was trying to do. A mass of enemy cavalry trampled and kicked up dust in the distance, most likely trying to pull off a hammer and anvil of his own.

"Do you think he is leading from the front?" You said, peering into the dust cloud.

''I think he is; you can make out a banner lined with silver thread. If he is as big on courage as he made himself out to be, he will be.'' Ehrenfried said.

''Indeed, and it looks like our royal friend is about to counteract him.'' Someone else said as the Mozolavian cavalry massed opposite Leszek's.

"Do you think he'll lead from the front?" you openly pondered.

''If he's smart, he won't

''Agreed.''

While to your right, a great cavalry melee was about to unfold. You decided to focus back on keeping your lines intact first and foremost.

To see who will succeed in damaging or breaking the other's line, roll a 1d100 [DC: 60] Best of three