Even seeming that way, it was not it. It was a sudden flash of realization. The men had fought together for over a season in the east, and they fought alone. Their Captain would sally forth at times to assist them, but it was their own power that they truly relied on. They'd half forgotten it, as they returned to the chaos of combat. That boy who'd slaughtered those Titans as though they were nothing more than mindless scraps of flesh – he was on their side, wasn't he?
The change in the men's aura was noticeable even from a distance. Gorm ran a thick tongue over his lips at the sight of it.
"NOW THOSE ARE SOME HUNGRY MEN!" He bellowed. Shields were bashed as a result of his words.