"Forward!" Harland said, his voice unchanged. He'd glanced in the direction of the summoning, and that had been enough for him. He could feel its presence at his back, and he was reassured that it was still there. No more was necessary. He'd been given a duty, and there was fire in his blood. Harland was not the sort to let mere circumstances get in the way of what needed to be done – especially not now. To do that would be to risk going back to what he was.
Harland's shout reassured some of the men that trusted him most. They snapped out of their dazed states quickly enough to see that the enemy were in similar disarray, if not more so. The foes that they'd been pushing against were frozen in place, distracted by what was happening behind them, near the centre of Earl Maddon's army. They made for easy foes.
Tens of men went rushing forward with Harland, as Northy and Borne's cries tried to stir the others.
