Reaching - Part 4

"BEHOLD!" Oliver said, bellowing with as much power as he could manage in his voice. "THE GREAT GENERAL BROUGHT LOW OFF HIS HORSE!"

He prayed that those from the other side of the battlefield could hear. He didn't know what their status was, but he could hear their struggle. He could only hope that Verdant had managed to hold the men together. To see one's Commander fall was a brutal blow. Now, at least, he'd managed to inflict the same on the enemy, to a much lesser degree.

If there was any question about whether Oliver's men had heard him, it was soon answered.

"OLIVER! OLIVER! OLIVER!"