Ares had taken the oxfolk around, marching them even quicker in order to dodge the gaze of the human soldiers. They approached the hilly area to one side between Sohka and themselves, the hilly area keeping them covered. They had moved as quickly as they could in order to round the corner before the human soldiers had arrived.
The humans were already marching towards Sohka's flank. Ares turned back to look at the oxfolk. "All I want you to do is run as quickly as you can, as silently as you can, and then right before you strike I want you to let out a yell. If they catch you, roar as loudly as you can and I'll be there, understood?"
The oxenblut nodded and once spoke out. "How do you wish for us to charge? How wide do you wish for us to be?"
Ares eyed them up. They didn't have much time. "That's easy enough. I want the oxenblut up front, then five rows of four. So oxenblut, then four behind each oxen blut, and four behind those, and on and on, understood?"
