"Northman," Oliver acknowledged.
"That I am," Northman said, sparing the bodies of the fifteen men behind them a glance. "I'll have to ask about that later," he decided. "Looks like we're going to be hard-pressed for a few minutes, eh?"
"Spear," Rofus said, landing next, copying Northman's command. Another spear was passed up to him. For fending off large groups, nothing could be better than the spear. As soon as he'd sensed a change in how the enemy was likely to respond, Northman had ordered the spears from the back of the wagon to be brought out.
"Spear," another man landed, Amberlan this time.
"Spear," Gamrod said next.
One after the other, even more quickly than the flood of approaching reinforcements, Oliver's men arrived. He could hear the sound of Cormrant's approaching infantry rushing to join them as well, thudding up against the ladders.
Soon enough, the whole squadron was there.
