It was for Jericho and Amion to charge forward. The two of them together, and their victory was guaranteed. Even alone, Amion suspected that he held the edge in close combat. The enemy appeared to be far too young to be accomplished in more than one domain. Besides, Amion held on his side the martial techniques of the Scribe Soldiers. There were few even in all the Verna lands that could rival them.
When he judged the timing to be right, he dismounted his horse, removed his helmet, and disappeared in between the ranks of advancing men on the left flank. In the same instant, Jericho did the same, except his destination was the right flank.
Oliver had glanced away for only a second, and in that time, the two of them had seemed to vanish. Momentary panic set in, but it was quickly set aside when he looked at the battlefield through Ingolsol's eyes. Through that lens, their presence was as clear as day, even as they crouched behind their soldiers.
