|The advance guard scouts ahead, crossbows at the ready.|
|Archers lined the bank while the advance guard of Tunstall Tower Archers pushed over the bridge and tripped an enemy ambush.|
|The Tunstall archers were unable to withstand twice their numbers of fierce hillmen but they gave a good account of themselves. Perhaps if the Mercenary handgunners were less heavily armoured they would have been in time to aid them.|
|With the Archers and Mercenaries out of the way, the Spears pushed over the bridge but the soft ground on either side stopped them from deploying until they pushed the enemy back a little farther.|
|Ar last the eager Sir John and his Black Company crossed over with the Earl himself close behind.|
|The sun is setting.|
Many a Westman lay dead on the field but even more Midlish soldiers lay with them. Even if this stubborn knot of spearmen was broken, this was not a good place for a Midlish army to camp for the night while to attempt to push on through the woods in the dark would be sheer folly.
The Earl ordered his trumpeter to sound the Retreat and led his household back over the bridge.