Then suddenly he sensed it. That which he'd needed to do in increments before, he'd now managed to do all at once. As though they were but a single foe, he'd bound fifteen men together in his flow and now he pushed them off the edge of the cliff.
Never before had men fallen so easily to him. Each strike now was an execution strike – a deep strike in many cases. He half-severed three heads, and bit through cuts and spine as though he was chopping down trees in other cases, so ahead of him they were.
The bandits didn't even seem to notice what had befallen the men to the side of them. The bull-headed man continued to dance, singing a soft song to himself now, as Oliver brought low each of the twenty men that stood in his way.
