Scrivs decided that the Franks were proving a threat to Post Roman stability in the region and that Saxons were the men to restore some sort of order to the situation. Once again my allied Saxon commander had a club-mate in the opposing ranks, so rather than him play Grahame again that honour fell to me. I did try to point out that having played against Grahame at several Cold/Hot/Steel/Lead events I'd probably played him almost as many times as Mike had, but my protests fell on deaf ears.
Sadly, although I've played Grahame many times I've yet to beat him. Still there's a first time for everything, after all Andy Hawes had already won a game and the world still appeared to be rotating on it's axis...
The scenario was a Pitch Battle variant with extra points for killing the general. Or something.
While Grahame made a map I thought about deployment. A bit.
I decided to occupy the side with the village.
Grahame deployed his fiendish Franks opposite
I advanced as only a Saxon can. Quickly and with a minimum of manoeuvre. And soon the fighting began.
Grahame punched through my lines with one unit with rather alarming ease. For some reason he seemed reluctant to allow my Gedrith to charge him in the face and instead I was reduced to javelinating him from a distance. Grahame, as I have learned in the past is a master at WAB hit and run tactics. He has, in previous encounters, Parthian Shotted me to distraction, but on this occasion saw fit merely to surround me with skirmishers and let a hail of pointy things do their worst.