"BASTARD!" The nearest man finally collected himself, as he reached for the dagger at his belt and thrust it towards Oliver, as the two continued to crouch.
There was another man towards his rear, and many more beyond him. He'd landed in the centre of the wall, so he knew there would be enemies on both sides. Still, he had the advantage, in that only he knew the arrows would be stopping now. The bandits would still be keeping their eyes out.
He removed the hand that thrust the knife towards him with a single flick of his sword. He stood upright once the arrows had passed, and with a downward chop, he removed the still kneeling man's head.
It would have been worthwhile to deal with the man behind him as well, but Oliver had settled into a certain pattern when fighting larger groups of enemies, a habit that had grown from his days of killing goblins. He always preferred to deal with one side first. He went forward instead, sprinting his way.
