The Mission At Hand - Part 6

Oliver gulped. Skullic knew it was a tall order. These men hated Oliver's guts. Now that Skullic had released his hold on them, that hatred became even more clear. What Skullic was asking him to do seemed straightforward enough… but he'd never done it consciously. He didn't even know if he could do it. He didn't know any of the sorts of commands that were required for leading men.

"Return to inspection formation," Skullic said, dismissing them backwards, so that Oliver could start in the same position that he had begun in. The men quickly shuffled to do as he had commanded, as though someone was pointing a cannon at them, compelling them to do so.

Their spears were leaning against their shoulders, and they had an almost petulant expression on their faces. Oliver couldn't guess how he could get them to move, when they clearly had no desire to follow his orders.