"Kaya!" Oliver shouted, filling his voice with command, speaking as if he was ordering an army.
Kaya stiffened, expecting admonishment. The voice lashed at his back like a whip.
What followed, though, was a command of the most unexpected sort. "Drop your spear!" Oliver commanded. "You need it not. It's holding you back!"
So connected they were, that Kaya had dropped his spear before he even realized the stupidity of what he'd just been asked to do. If not his fist, then what were his weapons? He only had the sturdy armour on his chest and hands that his father had sent his way, but they were merely for the purposes of defence. They weren't weapons.
As soon as that spear fell and hit the snow, the goblins lost their tension. The only thing making them pause their assault was the vicious tip on the end of that spear keeping them at range. Now their own spears had the range.
