It felt as though he was riding a giant monster, dealing wounds to it with every man that he slew.
Just as a single man had a heart, Vol supposed that a group of men had a heart as well. He'd sent enough armies to route by now to have a feel for that. There was a certain point, a certain amount of damage, where an army was dead, for all intents and purposes. He judged that point for the bowmen to not be far away at all.
With an almost maddening calmness, his predator's eyes, and his instinct, found the source of that beating heart. There was still a cluster of enemies that had yet to engage. They weren't that high level – not all of them – but they were still around level 50, with one of them at level 80.
