The Revenge Strike - Part 4

Before he could rush in to begin his attack, however, a horse flashing in front of him forced him to give his reins a sharp pull.

'Bastard!' Oliver wanted to shout, but he screamed it internally instead. There were a number of soldiers that would panic once the chaos of the battlefield fully set in. It was only once he had a moment to recover that he recognized the man who'd almost managed to dismount him. There was Yoran, with twenty of his own men galloping behind him, making a sharp cut across the battlefield.

He'd forsaken the line that Oliver had wished to see set up. Of course, it wasn't something Oliver could dispute directly, given that he'd instructed his men to merely pursue whatever they saw fit… He'd thought it could be left unsaid, as far as the officers went, where they were most ideally placed.