This is just a preview of what battles will be like. I like my paragraphs unbroken, but if it helps I'll make sure the images are placed in the right place rather than clumped up together for story comprehension purposes.
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1080, in an alternate universe.
Milord, as ordered I rallied the militia to round up the rebels and put them to the sword.
A host of one-hundred fifty serf with trident, and a host of one-hundred twenty peasant with bow were arranged upon the field, in addition my men with volgier including myself numbering sixty and one were also there.
When we were finally assembled we saw banners in the distance, coming over a crest in the land.
The rebel party moved on our position and it became evident that they were holding English banners. They wore fine leather and moved with organized purpose and so I am led to think that they were trained by Englishmen. Of politics I am ignorant, lord, but I think the incident that follows may be of some significance. It became evident that they intended to join in battle. Therefore I formed a line of peasantry in front of the archers to protect them, ordered the archers to stand ground and open fire as soon as the enemy was in range with fire arrows.
The volley flew true and we scored fine casualties. Men screamed in agony and flapped like struck pheasants, flaming like torches, before they dropped to the ground, yet morale did not falter and they set upon the line with a charge, closing the distance in the time it took to loose another volley.
The line held and combat was joined, whilst the archers fired overhead. A great deal of the rebels held back, hesitant, allowing us further time to fire into the ranks. After they sustained casualties they, too, charged into the line. At this, my men began to waver, and the left flank collapsed as the peasants ran like women. Peasantmen engaged the archers, and the archers drew daggers and held, while the other body of archers continued to fire.
I spotted, overviewing the battle, a man in plate-mail giving orders and holding back, and so I ordered the unengaged archers to fire upon him. Then, sensing that unless I made my presence felt my men would break, I waded through the archer group and into the melee.
From here, my recollection is hazy, but I recall gutting a few of the dogs before they retreated. Then they charged back into my men. Then they retreated again. I remember the commander of the enemy charged in, screaming something unintelligible (presumably in the English language, which I do not speak, write, or understand) shortly before I smashed his gorget into his windpipe. Then the remaining rebels fled into the hills. We have not seen or heard of them for three days now. We are still accounting for casualties.
I await your orders.