Opposing Schools of Strategy - Part 6

To Oliver, the time was right. He felt the weight of the moment, and he danced in it. Three years, he'd trained, and he'd achieved a level of comfort. But that was not who Oliver Patrick was. Oliver Patrick did not endure comfort, he reached deep within himself continually, to the point of insanity, and he forced himself to arrive with something new.

He did so again.

"CLAUDDDDIA!" Oliver said, raising his sword to the sky. His men returned the call. They were good Stormfront men. They would fight for their Goddess.