Colonel Carlos did not actually need to be so afraid, because his opponent, Knife-in-the-Butt, commander of the enemy Mountain Tiger Warband, did not have a concrete battle plan.
The fighting between the players and the Bohemians was a classic free-for-all, with absolutely no organized, planned encirclement or annihilation.
There was only one reason the Bohemians had been beaten badly enough to launch a Red Distress Flare... the players were simply too strong as individual fighters.
After nightfall, poor visibility caused the various Bohemian units to lose contact with one another. Their morale also fell after the prolonged fighting, allowing some players to seize openings, charge into their ranks, and slaughter them.
As the moonlight dyed the snow silver-gray, more than thirty Bohemian soldiers fled through the mountain woods in terror, as though man-eating demons were chasing them. Just then, several white figures suddenly sprang out of the birch grove ahead.
"Kill!!!"
Little Knife roared as he led the charge, brandishing two longswords seized from the enemy. The instant they clashed, his Dual Swords caught a Bohemian soldier's thrusting Halberd and slid down its shaft.
Sparks from scraping metal lit up the terrified soldier's eyes. The pommel of the right sword smashed his nose while the left blade swept across his throat, unprotected by a gorget.
"Aku! Ten o'clock!"
Little Knife shouted as he spun away from a thrusting spear. He planted his left sword in the snow and vaulted up like a martial arts master, using the leverage to whip his right leg into an enemy's shield and kick open room to maneuver.
The shield-bearing Bohemian stumbled backward, straight onto a comrade's thrusting spearpoint.
Twenty paces behind Little Knife, Aku rested his Flintlock in the fork of a tree. Hearing Little Knife's call, he looked in that direction and