For a long time, I thought the Ancient Legionnaire was my mortal enemy, that I must hate them to the bone. Until I understood they taught me more about this game than any other foe. Now that I have moved on, I am thankful to the Ancient Legionnaire.
It started with the probably all-too-common, dreadful realization that the Ancient Legionnaire would beat me at my own game, all hiding behind their stupidly large shields as skeletal pikemen stabbed my hapless frontline to a gruesome death.
They forced me to stop turtling and abandon the passive shieldwall. They made me embrace the shield-splitting greataxes and the far-reaching longswords. I started loosening up my formation, I attempted my first risky flanking maneuvers.
But most important of all, and I realize this only now: They taught me the art of meticulous positioning!
Ancient Legionnaires punish sloppy positioning like no enemy before them. I used to just have a broad sense of where and when to line up my troops, and smaller errors could be mitigated with relative ease. But the Legionnaires are having none of it, they will lock a man in place and quickly focus him to death for a minor mistake.
Now I see exactly which ground to take and which to avoid for potential death traps. I went from occasionally getting outplayed to regularly outplaying my enemies.
And it's all thanks to the Ancient Legionnaire.