It's all gone poo shaped... and they have all
gone home!
So - what
a mare!. Our entire army - well, lets be more realistic,
our entire chances of wining the game, the round, and the entire year
long competition had practically gone down the toilet. What next - what
do you do in times like these?
You dig in, fight like rabid, cornered rats trapped in a sinking ship
that has caught fire and is carrying radioactive waste, who has just
seen Kate Adie checking in to a guest cabin to do a documentary series
about the turbulent seas to be found around the Cape of No Hope.
To say the Battle Raged On would risk being sued for
misrepresentation by lawyers representing the word "Raged",
however the warrior Monks facing my (only) command were getting out of
hand, and we were starting to inflict some damage, as the end of their
line was caught in the rough going on the table edge, giving my auxilia
the edge.
On the right, Mick was continuing our poor dice sequence, with the
Burmese hemorrhaging elements when they should have been carving onwards
- a couple of the big beasts went down, and soon they were in controlled
withdrawal mode - not easy for El (S) !!! - and it was all down to
me.
Poor dice continued to inflict themselves on us - double overlapped
Bd (F) refused to die time and time again against elephants - even my
Elephant General was in the fray, despite "beyond the Toolbox"
warnings from his one-time commander, but it seemed to no avail. Bw (S)
were closing in, and only a frantic holding action by the demoralized El
(X) - visible in the picture - was saving my psiloi from a fate the same
as death.
It became clear we were going down soon, so we committed everything
to the fray - and in the turn in which the samurai bowmen finally nailed
the vital Psiloi, we achieved the breakthrough we had wanted, and felled
three Monks in one bound - we had got some points! 1-9, (or 3-29).