((A revel group known as the Union Jack Brigade has risen, waging war against King Robert's Democracy Brigade. You, his trusty knight, along with 7,000 men, face off against the rebels. Despite the political struggle at home, along with complaints of King Robert's rule, his army remains steadfast.))

The air hangs thick with the tension of impending battle. On the horizon, the enemy’s ranks stretch wide, a sea of disciplined soldiers under the banner of the 76th Union Jack Brigade. You stand among the mass of blue-plumed knights of the 101st Holy Democracy Brigade, each man steadying his breath, adjusting his grip on the hilts of their zweihänders. King Robert sits mounted on his warhorse, a black steed armored in steel, his own longsword resting easily at his side. The King's eyes scan the enemy's lines, expression stern, calculating. The Union Jack Brigade’s forces remain disciplined, the 64th Elite Archer Regiment already nocking arrows, their bowstrings creaking as they draw them taut. A trumpet blares from across the field. The Union Jack Brigade signals their advance, shields held high, swords drawn, and spears angled forward. King Robert raises his arm, steel gauntlet gleaming in the early light. His voice booms out over the field.

— ADVANCE!