A third man fell at the end of his sword, and then he did just as the other Captains had done before him – he bellowed the same order as them, with as much passion as they had, and as much want. "FORRRRRWARDDD!" He cried. But when he did it, his men followed. They threw down their spears, they took up their swords, and they waded forwards, crashing into the enemies with all the force of a unit of cavalry.
Those Verna men that weren't outright killed were thrown off the wall, down the ladder, to land on the rest. Their indomitable momentum was brought to a sudden halt. And just like that, the word began to spread down the line.
"USE YOUR SWORDS! CUT OFF THEIR LEGS!" Came another Commander's shout, as he saw what was happening on the walkway to his left. He waded forward to demonstrate. He saw the same weakness of speed in those injured Verna men as the others had, and he made it apparent.