Quickly, they sent the few ladders of their jurisdiction tumbling back down to the ground, and then they were all but free of responsibility, save that of helping their allies to the left and right.
And it was to the right that Oliver looked towards – towards General Blackthorn, and the approaching disaster that was King Germanicus.
He saw a massive hand reach up and grab one of the square crenelations. So broad was the man's hand width, that he managed to pinch the stone, covering it nearly entirely. And then with his other hand, he tossed up a mighty warhammer, letting it land on the stone in front of him, confident that no other could lift it but he.
It flattened a man in the back – a man of Germanicus' own army – for where it landed, pinning him beneath it, and forcing him to attempt to squirm back to his feet. But not before a spear thrust through his neck, ending him.
