"WEAKKKKKKKK!" Vol shouted in his fury.
"""WEAK!""" The Sea Serpent veterans echoed in turn, believing every word of it, for they had encountered the strong, and the impossible, and this battle was too firmly within reach to be described as that.
Now Tiller's army echoed that Yarmdon word, as they had earlier. """KURVVVSAKKK!!""" The five hundred men bellowed, their voices tinged with rage, and some other emotion, that bordered on arrogance. Something only afforded to men that had already been once victorious.
Vol knew there to be Command in his voice, enough to see his men empowered, but he could not turn to take in the sight of it. He had to simply trust that its effects were as they should be. He was not to know the fiery feeling in Ser Fieldcarer's blood, or how his sword that had once swung in the name of duty, now ached simply to see blood.
