Polykratos stared ahead at the approaching horde, they were back again, would they ever take a hint? After the last two encounters, he was not sure his Lochagos was ready to go again. Thankfully they had been joined by a unit of peltasts, some archers and, even more thankfully, another unit of light spears. Leandros drew his sword, hefted it for weight, winked and grinned at his old friend. To his right, Tychon the archer was organising the archers and peltasts to take the ruins. Polykratos also had positioned the slingers on the hill behind him, they were ready, and along with the Hoplites to his front, he knew it was going to be a tough fight... Facing them were three units of hoplites and an awful lot of skirmishers! Polykratos knew his best hope was pinning that centre and dealing with the rest as quickly as possible. Both forces advanced at their best speed. Within moments, arrows from the archers and Tychon thrummed through the air, downing the enemy Lochos! His shield failed hi...