"You soldiers have been entrusted to me," Vol said. "Your lives sit in my hands, as do your chances of victory. Whether we crush our enemy, as I indeed intend to, or whether we all die in a bloody ditch – that is a matter of my discretion."
"Wait, probably don't—" Harland said in alarm, trying to interrupt before Batinkog could translate, but the man had already switched character, his voice as loud and as intimidating as a drill sergeant now, for that seemed to be the role that he was playing.
The men stood in shock. The noblemen amongst them grimaced at being spoken down to as such. Some of them even dared to bristle in anger. The irritation that had festered when their Count had not shown himself was given another path of recourse.
