Loman’s timing had been good. The third column was moving into position, amid resentful shouts from their fellows at being apparently deprived of their prey, when the approaching men were suddenly transformed into a single armoured unit carrying a serrated row of death before it.
Several of the Morlider made a valiant effort to form their own shield wall, but it was too late and the Orthlundyn pikes drove into them, killing and wounding many on first impact.
The dark part of Hawklan calculated as it watched the destruction of the best of the three columns.
Then the Orthlundyn’s progress faltered as they tried to push through the dense mass of shouting and screaming men.
Push! thought Hawklan grimly, willing himself amongst the heaving pikemen. Push! Remember your drill. Watch your neig
