A Tiger - Part 1

The referee stepped back, pushed away by the force behind Oliver's gaze. Oliver gave him a nod of approval, only once he'd stepped a good distance out of his way. "Verdant, see to it that his wounds are dealt with," Oliver said. "He is a Patrick man now. A Sword of his strength will be a terror on the battlefield."

When it was expected that he announce his intentions to all that waited so expectantly, Oliver spoke instead to his comrade, ignoring all that were present. A more normal man might have hesitated, given the magnificent sharpness of the expectant tension that had been created, but Verdant Idris was far from being a normal person. His eyes began to see Oliver's intentions, even if the others did not. He did not hesitate for a second when that order came, and he brought five men with him, saluting as he went. "At once, my Lord."