The Saracens form line of battle to defend the town. Word spreads to them that on the ridge their Sheikh has been butchered by the Infidels. Allah has deserted them and their courage falters, the merciless Crudators kill them to a man. On yonder distant green hill the heroic Imperial Guard dies to a man defending the body of their beloved Sheikh Bungettin.
Two hours of very satisfying medieval mayhem concluded with a resounding victory to the Crudators. Sheikh Bungettin (yours truly) cried... all the way to the boozer!