Breaking Through - Part 3

"Northy," Vol said, calling out to the wild red-haired men. He drew him over with a motion of his fingers, as the Vice-Commander ducked behind a row of shields, giving himself cover from the arrowfire even as he moved.

"Commander?" The man said, evidently confused by his sudden summoning. It wasn't surprising. Vol knew not the reason why he'd called him over either. It was a whim. It wasn't even an instinct. He was just grasping at straws, and he knew it.

Vol said nothing, he simply stared him down.

"…Commander?" Northy said again, shifting uncomfortably now, his voice quieter. Even in the heart of battle, Vol's silence was an intimidating thing.