The Chance to Break Through - Part 3

He turned his horse for something to do. Blackthorn came with him, and Verdant began down the other side.

"Tell your men as well, Blackthorn," Oliver said to her. "You will need to stay close with them, when the battle comes. We can not afford to lose communications mid-combat. It will be your role to ensure they do not become isolated."

"I know that…" Blackthorn said carefully. She, finally, was growing tense herself. She was very much a creature of the battlefield. Over the years, she'd grown to find herself even more comfortable on it than Oliver was, but now her nerves were showing. She pulled her reins to overtake him, and do her duty, but before she could leave, Oliver snatched her arm back.