"You!" Jorah shouted towards an especially brutish man, as he buried an axe in a rider's chest. He'd been pitching towards Oliver's territory, where he, Verdant and Blackthorn were still causing all manner of destruction. If he went any further, he'd only get in their way. "Pair with that boy! Finish his kills with him!"
Jorah hadn't expected him to obey so quickly, but the man was almost meek in his disposition, despite the fact that he was covered in blood. He reminded Jorah vaguely of a hunting dog, but he still rushed to do as Jorah said.
