|Footguard advance on the human right, supported by a white wizard|
|The local Dwarven royalty is out supporting the Dwarven Ironclad|
The humans take the initiative on their right, and charge into the woods taking a regiment of Dwarf Shieldbreakers by surprise.
|This doesn't end well for the Shieldbreakers, and they are themselves broken. The Ironwatch troop on the hill is feeling a little nervous about now.|
|The human left is open, but there are no Dwarven units free to exploit the gap|
|The human commander, finding himself lone after the loss of his accompanying archers, heads over the centre to see what he can do|
|The Dwarven Ironclad advanced menacingly towards the arquebusiers who are the only thing holding the human centre.|
|The Dwarf army standard bearer goes toe to toe with the white wizard on the Dwarf left, hoping to clear him out of the way.|
The human general attacks the Dwarf organ gun but bounces off... whew.
|The action has ended|
While only a small game, it felt like a truly epic encounter, and anyway there was much beer, and many sausage rolls (well savouries actually) consumed.. a great night's 'gaming.