I found myself in the unusual position of commanding almost all the Gallian cavalry. A huge mass of heavy, medium and light cavalry was put at my disposal on our right flank, opposed of course by equally determined opponents. Todd and I squared off as the wing COs. Isn't that how it always goes? You travel to a game or convention with a buddy then end up playing against him. Used to happen to me all the time when I was a tournament chess player.
The Britainnians were in Spiny Norman formation, that is to say a giant hedgehog. Our Grassins looked to work around on the left while I was charged (no pun intended) with overwhelming the enemy cavalry and turning the enemy on the right. Todd and I were engaged immediately in a see-saw battle. Both of us were new to large amounts of cavalry so I don't know if I used better tactics or just got luckier. But in the end I was able to drive off the enemy cavalry, capture two standards, and even rout a severely depleted Britainnian battalion charged in the flank.
In the end we were triumphant all across the field and I was given the makings of my first monument, borrowing from the honored traditions of Grant and Young.
Despite the success enjoyed I think I'm just a ground-pounder at heart. Till the next game.