Again, Oliver took a risk. It was a thrust that Blackthorn's weapon had fallen itself towards – that would be his next attack, and his quickest, based on the positioning of his blade. But Oliver allowed that thrust, he even encouraged it. He saw Blackthorn's best possible attack, and invited it in, throwing away defence, and exposing his midsection once more entirely.
He pushed Walter forward, growing even closer to the General, leaving himself vulnerable all the while.
The thrust came, as it had to. Blackthorn had no doubts. His instincts would not allow it of him. He knew he was being underestimated, but he tried it anyway, certain that his speed and his strength was beyond the fathoming of his enemy.
