They continued on. Now they needed no words, for they were a whirlwind of activity. That group of three posed so much carnage as to leave even their allies awestruck. The pressure that had been on Skullic's men was eradicated in an instant. The tide was reversed, and the horses were forced back, fear beginning to build up in the air, a fear that Ingolsol delighted in.
Man after man, Oliver brought down, dragging another from his saddle, as he threw up his hands to defend himself. Oliver showed him no mercy. His sword ran through his eye, leaving him to redden the snow, as he moved on to the next man.
With so many bodies, the forest began to feel claustrophobic, but still, there were more men that needed to join the fight. Ever diligent, Jorah could not stand by and simply watch his Lord do all the work for him. He recalled the task he'd been given – attack from the right – and he led Karesh and Kaya to do just that.
