"Concentrate!" Lombard hissed, as he brought his men ahead of Oliver's, and rounded them to the right, to widen the gap that Karstly had punched through the encirclement with his retainers.
Needing no more of a word than that, Oliver pulled himself up, and put all that he had into the attack. It mattered not how it had come about, what mattered was the results. Karstly was moving with an almost fiendish diligence, as he destroyed whatever he could get his hands on, smashing through tents and supply piles alike. Oliver did the same. Opportunities like this were rare – they needed to inflict as cutting a blow as they could whilst they had it.
With such a thought in mind, Oliver drew up his own mission. He was a man that needed something to aim for, so that he could slaughter that goal with the fullest force of his attention. He rallied his troops under that cry.
