Um sorry guys, internet at home down. Using a public internet at the moment outside, but I won't have the time to make the ASCII scenes (they take up quite a bit of time). Pan is possessed! Pan claims a computer!
They won't die that easily you forgot they are dwarves, and by next turn we should atleast have the cavalry to back them up if not we will have to send one of the axedwarves over to help. Most likely the one closest to the western flanks marksdwarves.
They are dwarves, yes, but certainly not overpowered like the legendary dwarves in DF.
The skirmish:
You hear the rumble of horses from behind. Your heart sinks as you turn, ready to command a charge, only to spot a small group of four horsemen gallaping towards you. You spot Dastot and three other horse riders.
'Sir,' Dastot rears his horse up, one hand on the reins and the other halting his fellow horsemen. 'The peasant has informed us of the situation. We will ride these green skin bastards down!'
'Where are the troops I ordered, second lieutenant? I ordered an entire regiment!' You barely keep yourselves from back-handing the arrogant lieutenant across the beard.
The situation so far (to avoid confusion):
You arrive at the battle, expecting to execute a brilliant and original maneuver, by flanking and crushing the goblin host from the sides. The western flank sets up perfectly, but the eastern flank is ambushed by waiting goblin lashers on giant forest spiders. Most are killed, a speardwarf is beset on all sides, and Bomrek faces off one of the spiders. You order a spear dwarf to retrieve reinforcements. You spot a troll, and order the marksdwarves to concentrate fire on it while attempting to press the goblin spearmen from the western flank. The troll is hit by a bolt, and responds with a flying goblin which severly injure (to an unknown degree) a marksdwarf on the western flank. Dastot, the impetuous cavalry commander, intercepted your messenger and dismisses him, charging out with his three companions. They prepare to charge the goblins head on.
'The aid of the footmen is not required. My three best men are more than enough to run down the green skins.' At that, he kicks his pony's side, and start to make for the center. You have a split second to stop him, or let him past.