Karl gazed disconsolately across the battlefield: the battle of Pydna was not going well. On the left flank his archers were about to be overrun by a phalanx of elite Spartans that had just taken out the cavalry set to protect the lightly armed bowmen. Things on the right were no better. Although his forces there were yet to sustain significant losses, they were in the path of several units of heavily armed Macedonians, all pikes and shields and strength-in-numbers. He briefly wondered if Maximus Decimus Meridius had had Sunday afternoons that went like this. Probably not.