"To the east!" Yorick echoed, bringing his men into position, though those men moved noticeably slower than the rest. Their time in such a suffocating position had affected them worse than the rest. They weren't eager to dive straight back in. Especially not now that they'd lost nearly half their horses, and a good number of those full-time cavalrymen were now forced to fight on foot.
They went anyway. There was even nervousness that could be felt in the force of the reserve men that Karstly had held back with him – those men that weren't of Blackthorn origin, but were of a mixed group, with different Captains, each holding different allegiances.
