It was a good thing he did too. Had his timing been off by even a single second, then the spearpoint would have perceived him.
Unceremoniously, he tossed Penelope from his shoulder, throwing her back towards safety, lowering his shield and freeing his arms, catching the spear point exactly where he knew it would come from.
The smile of victory from the short spearman's face disappeared, as he realized that his attack had been anticipated and deflected, as had the spear points of the row of men next to him.
"STORMMMMFRONNNNTTTT!" Vol bellowed, at the very top of his lungs, as he swung his axe down straight through the top of the man's head, lending the kill a strength that he certainly didn't need to, merely out of hatred for the calibre of man that he saw in front of him.
He shouted loud enough – he hoped – for Northy to hear him at the other side of the clearing, and loud enough too to alert his men that were running up behind him.
