He caught note of the way Germanicus glanced over his shoulder, just before he'd begun that charge. He'd tallied his men, and given them his intention in a way that he hadn't been doing before.
It gave Tavar chills to see it, just how naturally Germanicus fell into position, given the slightest, most meagre bits of stimulation. The man was feral, all the way through. Like a wolf of strength knew how it might lead its pack, when the role fell to him, so too did Germanicus quickly learn to lead, and in a fashion that was most unique to the Treeant King. With each passing day, the man wielded a greater and greater field of Command, pulling more and more soldiers into his cry. Even those tens of thousands of men that were standing watching the practice found themselves stirred into a fury by Germanicus' efforts.
