The Spanish and French colonial forces clashed at a key bridge that lay between their respective territories. Each assembled their forces and arrived at the battlefield around the same time making it a dash to reach and then hold the bridge. At least it was for the French. Their commander Jean le Petite already had a chip on his shoulder. He was irrascible and in a fighting mood . His assembly of a significantly larger force than the Spanish help stoke his aggressive attitude.
For their part Spanish Bob was simply a ladies man or was that lady man as Jean le Petite was calling out across the river.
Whether it was the insults or the size that Le Petite was packing with his force Spanish Bob had an attack of the vapours and citing the need to complete some administrative paperwork left the field.
This left his already depleted forces looking around somewhat stunned and reflected in their hesitant stuttering attempts to advance.
For his part Le Petite gallantly threw some skirmishers on to the bridge in front of him, maybe he wasn't in such a fighing mood. Though they took a few casualties they hung in there controlling the bridge.
Whilst this was going on more Spanish units were leaving the field, no doubt remembering they had left some needlepoint work unfinished.
Next Le Petite ordered forward his aggressive drunkard sailors. That was pretty much game over as they ran through a third of the Spanish army before making off towards the Spanish camp. Possibly to help Spanish Bob with the paperwork.
Whilst all this was going on the rest of the French forces were sipping cognac and playing cards looking up occassionally checking on how far the sailors had advanced.
French +5 honour Spanish Bob 0 (though the paperwork is now in good order).