"DANCE, MEN! SHOW THEM YOUR FURY!" Oliver shouted to them, even as he cut down man after man. This here, in the midst of battle, was where men's souls showed themselves exclusively. He didn't allow the opportunity to drift away, he shouted his want to the Yorick recruits, and with Command, he told them his will. "YOU ARE PATRICK MEN! SHOW THEM OUR MIGHT!"
Bit by bloody bit, they crafted a stage for themselves. Man after man fell, in a cycle of stupendous momentum. And then, it was the infantry's turn to come. As a flat line, three hundred men came streaming in, leaving the rest of the arrowhead, for the secondary one that Oliver had created alongside it.