Because Matt had the more impressive facial hair (my nose hair didn‘t count apparently) he could start the battle, the warriors moved at each others, dices were falling and suddenly the enemy warlord, Fyrkantig, the Green, attacked my innocent Bondi. But the Norns were against him and, "bei Odin!", he lost most of his Huskarls. Which led me to believe that his force was just a pretty good Anglo-Saxon horde in Viking costumes.
Damn Ragnar and his rock, I did the counter attack and smashed the enemy‘s warriors, and his left flank was beginning to shrink. Then I took a risk and attacked his bowmen, which left my warlord, named Hrolrf, exhausted and exposed.
The inevitable happened and Fyrkantig cut the glorious ending of this saga a bit short...
|The subtle tactical formations at the start of the battle|
|The superbly drilled and painted Viking force|
|They might be giants or even Anglo-Saxons|
|opposing lines clapping shields and all that|
|The Hirdmen attack the bowmen|
|the Viking Hirdmen running up hill|
|Hrolrf is distracted by an retro electronic computer game named Simon|
|beneath the sway of francesca|
|the Vikings rallying to their Raven banner|
|turned out the false Anglo-Saxons were real Vikings though ...|