The Monster's Requiem - Part 11

With staggering steps, Vol dragged himself towards Dwire's horse – the very horse that had dragged him to the battlefield – and he dismissed his heavy hammer down into the smaller form that Pandora had allowed him. He made use of the chaos to the fullest. All around there were men, and they eyed him, but through the efforts of the Hobgoblins, they could not immediately reach him. The same was true of Earl Maddon. With the Black Goblin Captain to occupy him, he could go nowhere.

'Go,' Vol muttered to the horse, those words came out more as a groan than any real sound. His jaw hung uselessly, shattered. His eyes were so swollen he could only see the world as the barest flickers of light. But still, he knew what direction he had to head in. His men had paved the way for him. Vale and Silverfish had already secured the edge of the battlefield, in the slaying of Jesper with the aid of the Black Goblin Captain, and now the rest of the army rushed towards them.