"Indeed," Oliver said. "I will bring you a gift of the most exotic sort. A foreign General's head."
"You'd better, Captain! I've never seen a General's head on a spike before!" Firyr rejoined.
The three of them went charging away together. Jorah noted their advance, and gave the order for his troops to part before they could collide. Verdant went first. In a charge, the ridiculous strength granted by Bohemothia was outlandish. He shattered the second line by himself – it didn't matter that his spear hit a shield. The man was sent flying back anyway.
Tolsey and Firyr came after him. Firyr practically threw himself into the gap that Verdant created, seeming completely devoid of fear, whilst Tolsey pulled his fate tight and stoically, and set into the men in front of him with a dutiful diligence.
