I've always loved how I can lob a boomer-axe over a mountain. 

Two cavaliers are taking a break amidst the battle, confident that the enemy forces will need to go around the mountains and to the south, giving them a five minute break.

Mook 1: Well, this would be a nice day if we weren't fighting...
Mook 2: Tell me about it, Why just this morn- HOLY SHIT WHAT IS THAT!
An axe comes spinning through the air around the mountain, severs mook 1's head, and flies back to where it came.
Mook 2: T.T