If the enemy breaks through your lines, it will be the end of you. Though you had hoped to perhaps funnel them into a singular point, you cannot risk it. You order your men to advance forth, into the bridge! With a few relays, your captains give out the orders. The wall of pikes, previously lowered, begins to march forth at double pace, tightening as they filter into the Vessena, the fow mere minutes away.

Because you had chosen to fire at will, rather than hold until they approached, your men, frantically reloading from their safe positions, are able to do nothing as the first doppelsoldners of the enemy line arrive at last at the enemy. Greatswords raised high, they crash upon the line, chopping away at the pikes as they inch ever closer. From the ranks of the front and before, your pikemen continue to jab and swing at their enemies, but these mercenaries, however diminished in number, have made it their very profession to fight in such scenarios. When their Rodelero fellows arrive to plug the holes left by their lessened numbers, the situation grows no easier, nimble soldiers all but sneaking under the pikes to stab at your men as their buckler deflects its blows.

You hope that your arquebusiers, who should surely be finished reloading, would deal with these men - but as you look once again, you realize...they cannot - not without firing on their fellows. For between you and the bridge grows an ever thicker cloud of powder smoke. Because your men had also charged forth, they lost the angular advantage of the small hill. Your volleys could very well meet the backs of your own soldiers, rather than the enemy. When your Arquebusiers shoot, it is forward, further off against the companies that continue to grow and move towards the bridge. What the extent of the damage from this last volley is, you are beginning to be unable to tell...

What you can tell, however, is the source of yet another volley - one further from the north, yet from the other side of the bank. More arquebusiers have arrived at the banks, and begun firing upon your troops in the trenches.

While the fighting goes, the southern bank is changing. Finding the cannon shots against the giants a waste of your time, you order them to fire upon the arquebusiers upon the hill instead while your muskets continue their duty. Yet as you look, you see...the giants retreating? Running northwards as they go, you see your men fell a few more with a parting volley, but they still well continue a fighting force. They run not out of the field, but towards the northern hills...