You organize your half into a rough formation, and take a spot in the front. You can see, about 15-20 feet away, that the other side seems to have mimicked this. At the sergeant's signal, the two fronts begin to advance, clashing in the center. You see a gap open to your right, and take advantage of it, hitting the man in the spear arm. He stumbles backwards slightly from the hit, but recovers quickly. A staff bounces off your shield, and you turn on the man who stabbed at you. With a single thrust, you knock the shield out of his hand, and send him tumbling backwards into the man behind him. As the man on his right reflexively turns to watch, you catch him in the side with your staff, taking him down as well. Your uninterrupted domination of the field is interrupted, however, as the man on your right catches a spear in the side and goes down. As the enemy is drawing back his spear, you ground it with your shield, quickly stabbing him with your spear. The enemy formation appears to be shaken up by this point, and they withdraw, leaving their downed men, to reform. As your line advances forward, they go back on the attack, and you just barely manage to block a thrust with your shield. Another man steps forward, stabbing at you with all his might, and you casually parry with the spear. To your surprise, the parry knocks the staff out of his hands, and he drops it, backing away from the fight. Finally, you spot one man, an old hunter, trying to keep the formation together, and, as he gives an order, you thrust through his guard with all your might, knocking him down to one knee. With this last loss, the formation breaks, and the rest of the men from the other side either give up, or are poked viciously by your team, still in formation. The sergeant nods, impressed.
"Well done, Elias. As for you, other team....at least you tried."
The men who were stabbed have staggered to their feet by this point, and, groaning, get into line facing the sergeant with the rest of the men.
"Now, I've been considering this for a while, and I've decided that we should march out to the revolting village today."
The sergeant raises a hand to stifle the groans, and continues.
"I know I said tomorrow, but I've been thinking. We'd be going up against untrained, unarmored peasants, armed with cudgels. We can easily handle them in our current state, so why don't we get it over with?"
((At one point, the disarming point specifically, the enemy rolled a 1, and you rolled a 20. No joke.))