Some had their debates about to whom held the most envious attacking might in the Kingdom. Was it the Blackthorn army, and their charges? Was it the Treeants, with their savage straightforwardness? Was it General Blackwell, who knew how to temper his wildness toward a single point? But that day, there could be no debate. Exactly what Volguard had predicted over a month ago, with two swords of the Fourth Boundary, and all the strange Commanders, and now all the stranger still peasants with all their unique styles, in the course of a single charge, there was none that could equal the Patrick army. Especially not a force that was being slowed so drastically from its own poor footing.
They hit with all the force of a hammer on a glass house. Oliver was as good as his word, in selecting King Germanicus as his only target. He forced the King back, with a crushing blow, preventing him too from reaching the solid footing beyond the corpses that he stood on.
