"…Tsch," Blackwell shook his head in disgust. "And now you've made a mess of the earliest stages of our war effort. If this goes on any longer, then we're going to lose an ally that is most necessary. Are you going to take responsibility for that, General Karstly?"
Oliver now found himself firmly on the back foot. The flow he'd sought to establish had been entirely shot down. Gar attacked him at will, in that erratic way that he had, without really making use of the previous attacks that he'd formed.
He would wait whenever he seemed to feel like waiting, or else push through and continue an attack that he should have backed out of, putting himself in a dangerous position. It was so against the flow that Oliver had learned through all his time training and fighting that he was at a loss as to how he might deal with it.