I believe that there are a few bugs still in the air. Let me tell you all a tale of legionare Bob, a man who could.

I had just started a new campaign as the mighty Roman family, Brutii. My initial conquest of Appollonia was rakin in much needed denari when my spy reached Thermon and saw a full stack of hplites prancing back and forth near our mutual border. I, being the spiritual successor of Alexander the Great, ask myself: "Would good ol' Alex put up with this kind of aggravating moves near his border? I think not!". So I set forth with my army of 3 early hastati, 2 early principi, 2 velites, 1 unit of equites and 1 barbarian light cavalry which was my reward for taking a city from the rebels and my 4 star general and his trusty sidekick James (he preferred the name Gaius the Heir).

When I reach my destination I do not see any enemy stacks in sight and begin sieging Thermon. Confident in my impending victory I press the 'End Turn' button. What is this?! The nice mannered greeks are attacking me with 1800 men, including a unit of Spartan Hoplites?! Those treacherous currs! I dig in and organize my battle line, hoping that the reinforcements sallying forth from Thermon appear somewhere far away from my force. My general gives truly an uplifting speech which ended in instructions to wear the funny hats so the Moon people wouldn't be able to read their thoughts or some such. Hmmm, my best general had gone funny in the head. Now that is depressing.

To make a long story short (I do not wish to tire you with a description of the wondrous battle I fought up to that point. Needless to say that my plan was perfect, execution top notch and men willing to die for our noble cause. Too bad that the enemy reinforcement materialized behind my battleline. Why do my reinforcements mill in the corner on the other side of the battle map... in the wrong bloody country!?!?)

The battle could go either way at this point. The Spartan hoplites were content with chasing my barbarian cavalry around the map and then limping back to battle, exhausted. I had routed a phalanx after phalanx but my men were torn between two fronts. I had just routed another phalanx and ordered my men to charge uphill at another phalanx threatening to envelope my principes who were tied in a bloody melee with armoured hoplites. Now here comes the funny part. As my unit of hastati closed in on the phalanx who had afixed their spears/pikes/pointy sticks at my charging men I saw something wonderful. One of the hastati guys, let's call him Bob, jumped 3 meters in the air and landed in the middle of the greeks. The battle was lost at this stage since I was too busy trying to stay on my chair and laughing. And the Spartan hoplites were returning into the fray... In the end I had fought one memorable battle, killed over 1000 greeks and lost 650 romans and witnessed a definite proof of the superhuman strenght of the roman legions.

I do not know if it was the pinball effect what happens when cavalry crashes into a group of infantry sending them flying in all directions or if Bob tried to do like the cool kids riding the horses and jumping over the pikes.

Sorry for being so longwinded. I have too much fun writing. That's what my literacy proff is always saying.