He could feel his men stirring without even looking at them. His Command reached all those hearts that it can become so familiar with, and it amplified them. They allowed in all that Captain Patrick was, and were stronger for it. The might of the Patrick forces was palpable. Disorganised as they were, there was a distinct pressure to them now.
Oliver too could feel his Command brushing against the likes of Yorick, and the likes of the Lasha's Blackthorn underlings. It was the first contact that he'd managed to make with any of them, and it came not a moment too soon.
KAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSHACKKKKKKKK!
General Karstly hit first, ploughing through the first of the heavy shields, sending them man flying backwards, despite all the weight equipment that he was carrying.