The army lunged forward, pressing against enemies and as expected, splitting into two as one half aligned themselves at the ends and pulled to the back, ready to guard the end of the formation.
The battlefield fell into chaos as the newly polished swords felt fresh blood for the first time and the yelps of agony grew even louder, lighting the numbed rush for victory for the tired soldiers ablaze again. Those who hadn't given their all received the consequence of death as they couldn't save themselves with the swords they held in their hands for decoration and those who wore themselves down to the bone felt their energy and motivation replenished as they got new blood on their heavy swords.
Dominic's original army moved hesitantly at first, having no idea what was going on but noticed the scissors motion from Dominic and immediately made their last attacks before rearranging themselves as the new army members ran in and lined up in front, defending them with shields and swords.
