But there was a goal now, the sort of goal that a footsoldier ordinarily ought not to be given. Theirs was the type of objective that could change the course of the entire battlefield. Slay this strategist, and the winds would start to blow in their favour.
'Penelope…' Vale thought to herself, her blade filled with a renewed urgency. She wanted to rush back and check on the state of her mistress. To be so far away from her wagon, leaving her in the midst of battle, weighed on her. She used that weight and transferred it to added strength in her sword.
"Three ranks," Jesper said mildly. "Do not bother with the encirclement. Our foes are only on one side."
