The Games of the Mighty - Part 1

Looking around, he saw that his other men were all but finished up as well. Yorick's men had run down the last of the units' survivors. They'd been completely and utterly trampled, and from the blood that stained the men's armour, they'd more than managed to collect their fair share of heads.

"RETREATTTT!" Oliver barked. "JORAH, LEAD US FROM THE FRONT! RETURN TO KARSTLY!"

Jorah began the retreat as swiftly as Oliver would have hoped. The men had been waiting for the order for the entire duration of the assault, and so they were able to respond to it just as quickly as their Commander. They went dashing off at full sprints, managing to find energy from somewhere, their eyes bloodshot as they aimed themselves towards the Karstly army that had seated themselves a short distance away.