Hear ye, Hear ye, Lords and Ladies,
Gather round, for I bring forth a tale of valor and vexation, a saga that splits the realm asunder – the tale of the mighty steed and its iron-clad rider, known far and wide as the cavalry, or "cav" to those who've faced the thunderous charge of their hooves.
Oh, how the earth quakes and the hearts quake at the sight of the cav! With speed as their steed and might as their right, they sweep across the battlefield like a tempest, unstoppable, unyielding. "OP!" cry the infantry, "Unfair!" lament the archers, as they're trampled underfoot, their strategies and formations laid to waste by the cav's relentless fury.
And yet, amidst this clashing of steel and storm of hooves, there exists a band of unsung heroes, the sly and cunning backcappers. Ah, my friends, let us not forget these brave souls! With nary a horse in sight, they navigate the chaos, slipping through enemy lines with the grace of a fox, the cunning of a raven. Unlike the cav, they seek not to overpower, but to outsmart; not to demolish, but to outmaneuver.
Where the cav relies on brute force, the backcapper wields the subtle blade of strategy. Where the cavalry charges headlong, the backcapper dances in the shadows, capturing what is left unprotected, turning the tide without a single clash of swords.
So let us raise our goblets to these heroes of stealth and guile! For in a world where the cav reigns supreme, unchecked and unchallenged, it is the backcapper who reminds us that strength is not everything. That there exists a place for the quick-witted, the agile-minded, and those who fight not with the lance, but with the lamp of ingenuity.
With jest (and with honor ?),
A Bard of Battles and Believer in the Backcap