i am writing a First crusade battle scene today, where are Crusader army was beset by Seljuk riders, a day of horse archers against an unyielding shield wall. by some miracle they held, a day of unending arrows hammering at them and they did not break. They were scared, trapped, the only thing keeping them alive was an inch of wood. The world about them becoming a field of arrows sticking out of the ground. They were turned into hedgehogs of the things... pressed in with the man next to them, holding fast.
They were eventually saved by their allies coming up behind the Seljuk army and surrounding it. But that little knot of boys, no older than the kids in this story, held their ground.
Tim is hurting, but he's got Ben, holding his shield up, and Tim will figure this out. Even a monolithic game such as this, so focused on it's victims, doesn't see what is coming up behind it.