"Steady! Steady!" One of the level 80 officers called. Steady was the right word for a spearman's style of battle. Formation was what gave them strength. As soon as they lost formation, and it descended into free-for-all melee, it was the sword and shield that was preferable.
Silverfish had inflicted chaos with his first charge, using that madness of his like a weapon, but the enemy had quickly recovered. With so many officers, their leaders were able to draw in the lesser men with the mere sound of their voice, and establish order in their little corner of the world.
Now it was like there were five different formations inside the initial three hundred, all of them with spears pointed outwards – spears not quite as long as the Stormfront long spear – daring anyone to get close.
