The Crushing of Pace - Part 4

"OLIVER!" Lasha shouted, struggling as Judas dragged her back toward allied lines. Her eyes were wide, and there were tears streaming down her cheeks. Her emotions for once were obvious, her mask was broken. The girl foolishly blamed herself for not being able to stand with him.

Judas' expression was one of pain, as she clawed at him, drawing blood. The girl did not seem to realize that he was as distraught as she, and he, like Verdant, was merely functioning on the orders that he'd been given.

"Lord Idris!" Northman shouted, rushing to take position behind him. His men were still fending off those spearmen to the right – Verdant had managed to reduce the fronts that they had to fight on down to two, but that was still far too weak a position for his liking. "Do you have a plan?"