Count Nest's Problem - Part 7

Hungrily, Vol eyed the man, marking his target. The men nearest him were dealt with without even a look their way. They would run at him, their mouths wide open, screaming a charge from the very depths of their soul, and then the axe that was cast towards them would take their lives almost blindly.

They were stronger than the average raider, no doubt. One could feel that clearly in their resistance. But that level of strength did not do much to close the gap between themselves and Vol. It was like trying to challenge the likes of a God.

Ursk bellowed to his men, trying to use the piddling amount of Command that he'd gotten a feel for in order to rouse their spirits. "HE'S JUST ONE MAN! SURROUND HIM, AND DEAL WITH HIM! THE REST WILL CRUMBLE!"