The armies clashed with the cries of fury and pain, the clashing of swords and the thuds of footsteps and falling bodies. The High King's infantry met Gresch's charge stalwartly, but the militia, spurred with religious zeal, didn't relent.
Gradually, both armies spread around, and more and more people entered the fight.
The High King's archers slowed down with shooting, since they had to aim over the heads of their allies. Unlike them, Farini's ballistas kept shooting.
From his observation point, Farini saw that the enemy's lines were stretching to the sides. The High King's army clearly was about to use its bigger numbers to encircle Gresch and the infantry—their lines of infantry were already wider than Gresch's, despite being the same thickness.
'At least the musketeers are still in reserve,' Farini thought, looking through his spyglass at them. 'It looks like the High King is using them as his personal guard for now. I wonder if a ballista can hit him…'
