Even if he did rush, though, once more there were problems. He knew not the precise state of enemy troop placement beyond the gates. He'd virtually be going in blind. He had to build up his own idea of Tavar's placements through the reports that he received, and occasionally through the arrows and boulders that were cast into the air.
Tavar's strategy was dynamic though. Such things were not reliable. Where once there might indeed have been a thousand bowmen, now there could simply be a wall of spears, a trap for Oliver to race into.
Oliver paused with a sudden realization. He looked back on his men, as if understanding something. He found those two men that had dropped their helmets before, and he wondered if, perhaps, they had felt the pressure that Oliver had only just recognized.
