The Crushing of Pace - Part 3

"Verdant!" Nila said, drawing her bowstring back. Verdant didn't need Nila to tell him. He was already running. He was one of the few with the strength to block a charge with that kind of rigour. And here he was, posted towards their side. General Talon's men bore their flank to all as they beelined straight for Oliver, looking for his head.

Nila's arrow flew, in the same instant that Verdant went charging forward. It rushed towards the side of Talon's head, enough strength in it to brush through steel plate.

But Talon barely turned to look at it. Oh, he caught it – his eyes darted to the side, and he tracked it – but he dealt with the contempt of a man dealing with a fly. He swatted it aside with the blade of his glaive, and his momentum wasn't halted in the least.