And now those on the right side were half a step forward, reeling for a fight. They'd seen their comrade get slaughtered, and they weren't willing to let the enemy merely walk away. A defensive battle was not their forte – they defended their people by slaughtering the enemy, not by waiting for the enemy to run at them.
Titus watched it all through narrowed eyes. The slightest cracks in the shield wall, greater than those that they'd been exposed to before. They'd made it buckle, more than just the flames – it wasn't a flat line anymore. Their spirits were not unified. It was unlikely that they'd seen an opportunity much better than this.
But it was not his place to make such a decision. Leviticus had given him his orders, and he'd carried them out. He should have been waiting for Leviticus' follow-up plan.
