The Counterattack - Part 5

Oliver had heard cheers before. From his men, more than not, as they saw his feats in battle, or their seized glory of their own, but never had their cheers sounded quite like this. These cheers were almost rhythmic, almost musical. One side would bellow his excitement, and another, as if to respond to him would respond in a different tone, a different meaning implied in the unit's shouts.

There had been the stress in Oliver's mind of careful consideration. That which he'd been taught by Volguard, of strategy and the like. Always, he kept part of his attention on his men, and he tried to keep part of his attention on the battlefield too, using Ingolsol's awareness. But now, he was swept up in something that didn't allow for his own individual thought.