After a 50K ish CS battle. A little Rp to illustrate bad unit line settings.
Returning after Battle
After a rather impetus charge led by his captain, Nemean rode away from the battlefield. Bodies littered the ground and the earth was saturated with blood and piss and vomit. Quietly he thanked whatever gods would listen for the fact he rode a horse and didn't have to wade through it. To a man his warriors were either wounded or slain. His eyes looked around for his captain, Jacinta. The woman had given the order to charge way before the appointed time. Charging headlong into the enemy lines.
It wouldn't have done to stay back and let his riders charge without their leader so Nemean followed, knowing it was a doomed action from the start. It just didn't register, not a single enemy lance or sword or arrow had found him. A hand ran over his torso. Slick with blood but none of it his own. He passed by the healers tent. Stuffed with groaning and whimpering men. The wounded lay in the grass all around the tent. A particularly grim looking priest offering last rites as life fled from the bodies of so many waiting for medical attention but never receiving it on time.
As he pushed his mount on, he thought long and hard about sacking his captain. She had caused so much needless death.
