No Mercy, No Retreat 2

The Aragonese army, confident in its overwhelming numbers, began a full-scale assault with a singular objective: to shatter the Pendralis defensive line with sheer brute force. At the head of the charge, Duke Pedro Arias rode astride his warhorse, his keen eyes dissecting the enemy's formation. What he saw only deepened his confidence.

Arthur's battle line was thin—too thin. For an army so outnumbered, the only logical course of action should have been to extend the line wider to avoid flanking. Yet in doing so, Arthur had sacrificed depth, making his formation fragile. A smirk tugged at Pedro's lips. This was folly. A child's attempt at war. His knights, clad in plate armor and mounted on powerful destriers, would crash into that feeble line like a tidal wave against sand. 

He raised his sword high.

"All forces—advance!"