In the first instant of confirmed battle, they'd already barrelled through a good chunk of them. It must have been a miracle, many amongst them thought, for them all to have kept gathering amongst themselves that morning, for it was contrary to how they'd normally have gone about their day.
Just the day before, they'd snatched up slave women, just like Nolan's men had, and bedded them amongst the trees. That morning, none of them did that. They arose early, and supped soberly on their breakfast, almost as if they knew what was about to occur.
And, of course, they did, for they were Vol's men. Even those with the least amount of loyalty amongst them sensed the strongest of his emotions. He wielded them exactly how he needed.
