With Vol's words, every bit of strength that he had in his soldiery formed a spear of the likes that even Pandora could not have bestowed upon him.
He led with their brutish Death knights, and behind them, he followed himself. To one side, Silverfish flanked him on horseback, and on the other side, Vale did the same, similarly mounted. Ordinarily, situations like this would have brooked a question from the strategically minded woman, but the more she'd fought together with Vol, the less often those questions had come. She seemed to understand his intentions.
Just behind them, there came the heart of their army, in the high-ranking officers and men of old. Northy and Harland called out their orders, in time with Vol's. They knew what their job would be, given the situation.
"PUSH! PUSH! UNTIL YOU BREATH BLOOD!" Northy demanded of the newcomers. "DON'T SLOW! IF YOU SLOW, YOU DIE!"
