And as far as seeing them in check, it was only the archers of the Tillers that they had to rely on. They had two hundred of them, amongst an army of six hundred. It wasn't badly proportioned, but Fieldcarer would have preferred another infantry unit instead – he thought a hundred archers was more than enough to manage with.
An order was given, somewhere. Fieldcarer didn't hear it spoken. He just saw a giant fist raised, from that leader of theirs, and then the archers were set to moving, as if reading his mind. They positioned themselves at the very head of the army, and they saw their bows fit with arrows. It was a warning for the enemy to stay at range, at least for a while, unless they wished to be peppered with arrows.
Then the archers of the Rodley army came, all four hundred of them. They didn't try to match the archers that Vol had positioned. They were quite content to sit behind the cavalry, and wait for the rest of the army to trot in after them.
