You put on your helmet, lift up your mace, and CHAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGEEE!!!
7!*
You smash against the enemy horsemen with your own cavalry guard, and then wreck the Lametanian faces! Your momentum carries you and your troop through the dispersed enemy horsemen and against the flank of the heavy infantry!
Your mace brushes against their collarbones and heads and necks, and you can see heads flying off at the mere scratches inflicted. This caused the disciplined, but already tired, foreign infantry to panic and rout as well!
Bards would later sing 'a new God of War was born on that battlefield'.
The stubborness of your troops as well as your valiant charge have convinced Queen Alexandra's commanders; Lametanian retreat horns were heard soon afterwards!
Your army received heavy casaulties, however, and there is no way they can pursue to cut down the fleeing enemies. Your Fomorian Guard in particular was destroyed, with the few surviving giants all wounded and crippled. The Hurthlings, being ranged troop and all, got off easy this time.
The commanders hail their victorious King and ask you to decide something; return to House of Lech to recuperate and reinforce, or rest here and tomorrow march after the enemy to the southern border?
A) Retreat to House of Lech; we need to be in best shape if we are to fight against hordes of Queen Alexandra on equal footing.
B) Rest here, and by tomorrow we will go on the offensive; we have to make this victory truly count!