The battle didn't stop in an instant, but there was hardly a single man that did not look up, to confirm the truth of those words. They all did so with a significant amount of confusion on their faces, trying to ascertain reality once more, after they were so thoroughly lost in the hypnosis of battle.
Even with a shout like that, the Green Skin men didn't give up their position quickly. After all, in both major locations, they had the upper hand by a considerable margin.
Vol began to take his steps towards them, fully ready to collapse the remnants of the army in the same manner that another man might collapse a tent.
He was as bloodthirsty as they came, and he'd just won a major victory. He was in no mood to play meek and patient. He was a savage animal coming off one of his very best hunts. He was practically grinning from the fact that there was more blood to be spilt.
