Talon put his heel to his horse, and turned the reins off to the side, wheeling the creature into a charge.
'There it is again,' Oliver said, seeing it clearly. The General had needed to turn around to even approach the same speed, but now he was wheeling back around, attempting to charge Oliver down in a single instant.
It was an attack that the man had likely carried out thousands of times. It was not the actions of a duelist. It was a very different sort of martial art from what Oliver was used to. It was the sort of blow designed to fell whole legions of men, and put Commanders and Generals forever in the dust. It was the blow of a General, and Oliver was attempting to meet it with the swordsmanship of a soldier.
