paints a legend from the Trojan Wars.
On the right flank, I urged my cavalry and chariots into the river - hoping to make it across before coming into contact with the enemy. (OK, not the best of plans...)
In the center of the table, the enemy surged forward with bears and bear spirits. I formed a thin line and hoped to hang on. Then it occurred to me that if I advanced, I could constrict his units between the rock and the woods and gain a slight advantage - so I did so.
And my long line of leonines slowly advanced across the river on their side of the table.