They were looking intensely enough ahead of them that it was as if a foe was already in front of them. They expected the next order even before it came.
"Lower the spears!" Skullic said. At his word, the spears were lowered in an instant. It was done swiftly, as if by tense muscles, once more reinforcing the idea that they were acting as if an enemy was in front of them. Spears came flying forward, all the way from three ranks back, creating a wall of pointed long spears that were feared by all of the Stormfront's foes.
"Advance!" Skullic said. "Maintain formation!"
They responded to him with a solid "HWAH!" And began to march forward, in lockstep with each other, crawling at a turtle's pace as they maintained that solid rock formation that they sat in. The carriage drivers and the servants passing by were watching the scene with a good deal of curiosity, but none was watching more seriously than Oliver.
