The young Jorah who'd been forced to take command of so many men prematurely found in himself a renewed spark. He'd had doubts in his position, and with every fresh group of soldiers that fell, those doubts multiplied. He could feel his position crumbling, and he had not had the mental energy to see it rectified. Now he gritted his teeth, and dug his heels in. He barked his order, and his men dispersed, their timing impeccable. The chariots rushed forward, straight into a half-square encirclement, and were finished in due course.