In truth, it was his blood that the man ended up drowning in, as Oliver seized on the brief window of opening to ram his sword through his neck.
The man dropped, and Oliver breathed a sigh of relief. Even being of the Third Boundary as he was, the Second Boundary foes were troublesome – especially when there were so many of them. He couldn't afford to waste time on a single man that did not have the name of General.
"We're almost out of time!" Lombard shouted. "Make preparations for retreat, Patrick – those soldiers surrounding the tower base are elite. You won't break past them without a good amount of speed."
"Retreat?" Oliver said incredulously. That was the last word he wanted to hear. He didn't want to retreat for a second time, not when the tower was right there.
