The screen blinked once and began to move. Wendell's Roman Cavalry were crimson units, while Crandall's Roman Infantry were burgundy. The Carthaginians were two shades of yellow. Wendell's shyness fell away as he took control of his forces. He advanced his lines slowly; there was not much maneuvering possible. Much of the Carthaginian victory had been decided by a highly favorable field, and the Gamers could not change that.
“Easy, that's it.” said Richard. “If we can avoid being routed, we'll be a step ahead. The only—”
“Can it,” Wendell thought. He was getting annoyed. “We both know this battle the same as each other's....” He trailed off uncomfortably. The subject of sameness had little meaning when they shared everything.
Crandall was taking the Roman Infantry forward to their doom
