A town was assembled mid-table. an army of Goths has penetrated the frontier and invaded northern Italy. A field army is marching to intercept them.
|The town of Cuniculus basks in the Mediterranean sunshine|
|Roman left and center|
My Huns got the worst of things. The Roman heavy equites got tired of the skirmishing and charged home:
Meanwhile the Gothic right wing under Mike was doing the same to the Roman left commanded by Patrick:
I tried to save things and with some good command rolls I was able to swing my center and charge into the flank of the Roman right wing. However, the target of my charge sensibly evaded, leaving my Gothic bucellari to careen into the midst of a swarm. They hit the flank of some lanciari, but crossed the front of some Roman LC who joined in with a certain gusto.
|Gothic nobles stick their head into a bag of bees|
Figures are 15mm and quite a mix of Essex, Old Glory, Chariot and Viking Forge. We accidently used inches instead of centimeters which got us into contact pretty damn fast. And I messed up a few things, but fun was still had by all.