He was forced back. He dragged Penelope with him, keeping her behind his shield. He saw the Hobgoblin wade into the mass of maroon robes as they descended from the trees, causing chaos wherever it went. The beast was surely doing much to lower the pressure on them, but with the rate that the robed figures were coming, it didn't feel at all like much.
Once more, he was forced to deliver his strike pitching backwards, and once more it landed, but it was harder this time. He drove his shield forward with it as he swung, catching one man under the chin, as he crushed the skull of another man.
Again, there was a split second of opportunity, when the robed figures were forced to fill the gap. Vol didn't let it go again. He seized upon it like it was his last chance, solidified his feet into the earth, and then swung in the broadest swing he could, cleaving the air in front of him with as much strength as he was able.
