In response to Vol's shouted command, Harland, Borne and Northy were pushing, trying to free themselves of the pressure in the centre, so that they could move as they'd been ordered to do, but once more they were finding it exceedingly difficult. The only thing keeping their position stable was the presence of Vol, as he continually drew enemies in his direction.
THWUMP!
Vol was made to catch a strike on his shield, as an elderly-looking warrior thudded an axe down on him. It was a blow that shook Vol to his core. It ought to have forced him out of his horse, if not for his natural strength. But even from that single blow, Vol found there was much to be understood about a man, or at least guessed at. From his temperament, to his habits, to his style of fighting. His slightly improved grasp of the man's flame after such an exchange ensured that it would not happen again.
