"Excellent," Inka purred. "Excellent! Now there will be a worthy head!"
Rather than be irritated that his sly attempt at victory had been thwarted, Inka only grew more excited. If Oliver was a foe that could have fallen to the likes of that, then he was not a foe that could have entertained Inka.
He charged his way past the final rank of men, and thundered down the open stretch of space that General Khan Narook's shifting had caused. His was long and curved almost to the point of being a semicircle, and he pointed it at Oliver as he galloped towards him, returning Oliver's enemy gesture.
There was nought that the Patrick forces could do but meet them head-on. Once more, the General had pulled back his infantry a degree to allow for this battle to happen – to allow Inka to get the head that he'd laid out for him – and there were no more foes for them to run down but those in front of them.
