Jehan and his lance were up and awake in good time. They ate breakfast together, before they all set to arming themselves for the battle. Jehan called for his squire and valets and soon he was armoured and ready for whatever the day would throw at him. His gauntlets hung from his belt, and Henri would bring his helmet once he was done donning his own armour.
Once the entire lance was ready, they went to listen to the commander. The speech was a mess from the start and his annoyence of the commanders incompetence was obvious to anyone who looked. Then when Silas stepped up and made short work of the commander Jehan found it to be some grim amusement in the whole affair. Charles put a hand to his sword and took a step forward so Jehan grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
"Stay your hand" Jehan said softly,
"I'd would hear this, if only for my own amusement." That, however, did not stop him from keeping a hand close to his rondel dagger. Actions like this could break down into the force fighting itself if the opinions were split. Though most seem to agree that the commander was a buffoon.
Jehan snorted at Dixon's story. Jehan muttered,
"Fifty men is no army." in fact, it was not even a company. Nor would any proper commander run away like in the story. He would have had scouts for one. But, considering the incompetence of their own commander, perhaps it was not so strange that such a thing could actually happen. In the end, it did not matter, that was a story; the coming battle was real with actual threats.
As Dixon mentioned the two ladies Jehan simply rolled his eyes and by the end he shook his head.
"Bloody lowlife." he said under his breath and one of his archers chuckled.
In the end however, he accepted the proposed tactic and his own position came to be the left flank. He knew that he could, with some support hold his own with his armour soaking up most, if not all hits. Still, he had a lance to command and had to do so in the way that assured success or at least increased the chances. Jehan adressed his lance,
"Henri, you will stand with me. Charles, you still stand in the centre with team 1, it could need a man-at-arms to hold the front." That was his heavily armed men assigned. Then there were the three archers,
"Vincent, Adrian, Martin. See if you can find any other archers, then advance before the front. As the enemy close, put a few arrows in them before retreating behind the front again. Then, as you run out of arrows; Vincent and Adrian will join me. Martin, you will join the melee in the centre with Charles." Lastly, the turned to the two valets, Michael and Johannes,
"Stay with the reserve, keep an eye on the flanks. Be ready to get men forward if needed."
As the formation formed and readied themselves for battle, Jehan's lance found their places. Charles with the centre, Henri with Jehan and the archers ready to advance.
"Bascinet" he said, looking back to his squire who gave him his helmet as Jehan gave his poleaxe to Henri for him to hold. Jehan put on his helmet, but did not close the visor. He grabbed his gauntlets from his belt and put them on before taking his poleaxe back from Henri.
Jehan looked to Amare, inspecting him. He didn't know the man, Jehan had seen him in camp, not that that meant anything.
"Ready?" he asked calmly.
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