"Now, Kaya!" Came Jorah's shout, different to Firyr's. It wasn't a shout designed to rouse up the entire army. Jorah wasn't the sort of man to be inclined towards such things. His shout needed only rouse one man, and the second it came, Kaya was set to sprinting.
With no weapons in his hands that the foe could see, he went off in front of Firyr, racing straight at the enemy.
"Eh?" Even the Commander of the infantry himself was left stupefied. It was one thing for Kaya's work to dismantle a heavy shield wall, but it was quite another to expect that he could dismantle a chariot with nothing but his bladed gauntlets alone.
"Commander Firyr, follow him!" Jorah said.
