The Ability to Overwhelm - Part 2

"If we're to rest, we ought to take ourselves further away from the field than this," Colonel Yoran continued. "Those chariots are reorganizing themselves, and they like us not. They'll want to inflict punishment for what the Lady Blackthorn managed to achieve."

He had the reins of his horse grabbed already, and looked set to shift himself then. He kept his helmet cradled between his legs, and he kept his sword sheathed in his saddle. By all accounts, that was a man very much ready to head home for the day.

"All troops—" Colonel Yoran began to say, his voice loud, just short of a shout. He heard no opposition, and so he pushed further. He took their silence for agreement, until that silence was so carefully broken.

"Good Colonel," Verdant said, affecting a smile. He didn't speak loudly either. He didn't need any degree of aggression in order to interrupt Yoran. It was timing that won him that affair.