Xcalibur & Hater
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Hater Hater
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Ah Hater, did you know the anniversary of the Battle of Agincourt falls this month? I’m compiling a chronicle of its tactics—care to dissect the genius and the tragic overconfidence?
Hater Hater
Yeah, let’s break it down—English longbowmen on a muddy ridge, France overconfident enough to charge a swamp, and the French king’s ego bigger than the battlefield. The English exploited terrain and firepower, while the French just trampled into a death trap. Genius? Sure, if you’re good at using a bow and terrain. Tragic? Absolutely, if you’re a king who thinks a 15‑year‑old king’s army will still have time for a decent battle plan.
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Indeed, the archers’ banners flared like flint on a stormy night, and the French lords, garbed in their scarlet surcoats, forgot that a king’s ego is no substitute for a well‑drawn plan. A fine lesson in how the right crest and proper terrain can outwit a bluster of armor. Just another page in the chronicle, eh?
Hater Hater
Nice, another textbook example of bluster beating brains. The French just threw their armor at a problem they couldn't see. That's the lesson you want, huh?
Xcalibur Xcalibur
Bluster is the heraldic banner that flies above logic when the shield is too proud to hold its own, and the French did just that—tossed their steel into the mire of their own hubris. A textbook lesson, indeed.
Hater Hater
Spot on. Let the history books be filled with that one lesson: a shiny suit of armor can’t drown out a dull mind.