He made it his task to crush whatever Colonel was nearest. Four such heads now lay at his feet. For the efforts that his men were putting in, he made that his exclusive duty. They touched upon a magic and heroism entirely beyond themselves, but there were limits to what could be achieved through it. The line presented by the Second Boundary was far too strong a thing, and Oliver had no Second Boundary men of his own, aside from Gar, to see them countered with. It was an eternal rush.
The archers that he'd feared had not yet joined the fray. They might have been able to loose a volley before the infantry engaged, but something had kept them at bay. Oliver suspected it was his allied archers from atop the wall who he had to thank for that. Now, having missed their opportunity, the enemy archers could only wait.
