|Shield wall ahead, levy ambush to the left - it's a trap!|
After defeat in the last battle, Ivar decided that alcohol did not stiffen the sinews, but more likely dulled the minds, so urged his men ashore with great haste. The Saxon defenders formed up in shieldwall on a low ridge, with a contingent of levy hidden behind a small copse to spring a flank trap. It had worked in the last battle, but this time Ivar was more wary. He sent warriors into the wood to flush out the levy.
|Left flank secured, form up to attack the shieldwall.|
|Saxon shieldwall hold the ridge, Ivar rushes downhill|
|Outnumbered, outflanked, the Saxon Lord charges to his doom|