Oliver's heart beat its excitement. Men came crashing in around him, and the chaos reached the highest point of its symphony. Fitzer and his bodyguard were pushed away, as Verdant came rushing in with his spear, and Nila shot two warning arrows away. Oliver was given the time he needed to breathe, though he found that he didn't need it quite as much as he thought.
The Emerson spearmen wound up with those three hundred men that he had seen gathered. Men on both sides that he had fought alongside, and endured harsh battles with.
A mess, more like a body cutting itself, than cutting any outside enemy. Easy to tell now to Oliver why it was that Prince Hendrick had been left behind. Fitzer was more malleable in his honour than the Prince himself.
Another question arose – the reasoning behind the act of betrayal. An answer again to that, easily delivered. The blame rested on no one other than him.
