"If we can't use the wood of our shields, then we'll dig in deep enough among their own men that their flesh is in the way instead," Vol said.
It was the sort of reckless plan of action that Silverfish in particular liked. The man hooted his excitement.
"Half of you, on me," Vol said, trusting that his men wouldn't all rush forward at once, rendering that order obsolete.
With a few rapid steps, he closed the distance between himself and the enemy, and with a mighty swing of his hammer, he lashed their pointed spear tips out of the way, and sent them flying, bearing open a hole right in the centre of their formation.
It was that hole that Silverfish dove straight into, howling madly as he did so. He slashed at the enemy's on all sides, slaying four men before he'd even taken a second to breathe.
