Their confidence still hardly dipped. There were fifteen of them, after all, and they all had close-quarters weapons ready on hand. They rushed to draw them. Axes, long knives, and even one or two swords that they'd no doubt stolen from richer men.
Oliver neared them, still holding the corpse. Even for him, crashing into a wall of well-armed men head-on wasn't the best idea. He needed to use more of his skill set in order to soften them up a little before the initial moment of impact.
Finally, he was given an obstacle that was more akin to a challenge than a mere chore to be solved. With the corpse still in hand, he tossed the man at them. He couldn't throw it particularly hard or far, but it was enough to start a shift of momentum.
