They'd been given a single command in all of their marching. "In the event of an attack, form lines to either side of the supply line."
They were a great snake that had been slithering across the country, and now that snake had been brought to a sudden halt. As a snake, their spine was most certainly their wagons full of supplies. Each group of men had kept their wagons on their inside, whilst their men marched to either side. Now that the order came, the already positioned men settled into their ranks.
It took Oliver but a moment before he was echoing the shouts of the signalman.
"Form up!" He said. "Firyr, hold them tight! Jorah, prepare to be flexible. Yorick, detach! Hold position a distance away, and await further orders. Blackthorn, come left, with an eye to the forces behind us. If they need assistance, you and your men will be going."
