Everyone that watched the scene seemed to be thinking the same. There was no hope to be had towards the front. The only hope, indeed, was backwards. But even then, would the outcome not be the same? General Phalem would merely switch his barricades once more, and again they would be forced to fight through them, amidst an arrow storm of archers.
"I had expected there to be more to General Karstly's machinations than this," Oliver said, watching the army charge forward towards the barricades with a frown. "Surely there isn't a trick to overcoming the barricades that I've overlooked?"
The way Karstly was moving, it held within it all the confidence of a man that thought himself to be cunning. It was the same way that Volguard and Skullic would move on the battleboard when they'd been setting a trap for the past ten moves, and now they were absolutely certain of their own victory.
