Brian deployed his Cleric general in the woods, and my lurker popped up to keep him occupied. The cleric sent the lurker running, but he reappeared on the other side of the battlefield and took out two stands of spears. You don't mess with him.
My airboat moves out in front of Chip's Romans, and Grant moves up his flyers in response:
A couple of bounds later, Mark brought his Magician over and sent my airboat recoiling out of control:
It was back-and-forth, but we eventually wore them down, taking out the commander-in-chief for the victory.
Some folks had time for one-on-one games afterward, including Grant's AT-43 troops against Brian's Star Trek crew (with substitute Dr. Who stronghold).