Verdant had rushed his men over at an all-out sprint, but one would never have thought it from how rapidly they still pushed their way through the enemy, towards their Lord's position.
For Tavar's men, it seemed as if they could go nowhere. There was no common ground to be had. They couldn't turn themselves to face the newcomers, for that would be to expose their backs to those soldiers that had already sunken straight into the depths of combat, and were ever so prepared to give their lives – their bloodthirstiness would not miss the slightest trace of weakness. And where Oliver had laid his attack, and where he and Gar now took advantage of the destruction that had incurred, there was a corruptive force of the most overwhelming sort eating them apart from the very centre.
