And then that mighty wall too was crushed, just like the hundreds of men before it. It was less like Oliver had used force against it, and more like he'd simply flown over it. The lead man certainly did not feel the impact that displaced his spear. All he saw was the spear point falling down into the earth, so severed, and then he saw white fill his vision, as that horse leapt, straight over his shield, its rear hooves kicking out as it went, slamming into the back of his head.
"Gar! Verdant!" Oliver said, collecting the last of his troops, and bringing them all together. The instant his horse had made the leap over the shield wall, it seemed defeated. Those bodyguards panickedly found themselves looking behind them, realizing that they had failed in their duty of protecting their General, and then when the rest of Oliver's wave did come, they swept entirely over them, drowning them in their might, as they too had once been drowned before, by the sheer numbers of their enemy.
