Oliver worked tirelessly to defend the people of the village. After his first foray into the slaughter, the soldiers were mostly kind enough to gather up and try to kill him all at once. It meant almost all of them weren't terrorizing anyone else, so he wasn't going to argue. The only reason he didn't just light them all on fire immediately was because he didn't want the people of the village to have to put up with such an awful smell. He waded through the first dozen before he realized there were cavalry still riding around making asses of themselves. At that point he let out a horrifying roar and the remaining soldiers, who'd gathered up spears and looked like they had wanted to try and rush him all at once and turn the Paladin in to a pincushion, burned up from the inside until flames shot from their eyes, noses, and mouths. As they collapsed, he vaulted over them, grabbing up a pair of loose spears and hurling them simultaneously into the backs of two cavalrymen who had no idea what was going on. That got the attention of their compatriots, and the rest of the squadron wheeled in a surprisingly disciplined fashion.

"I wonder how many people I can set on fire?" he mumbled to himself. He had plenty of hate stored up for the sorts of people that preyed on the weak, so he let some more out at the invaders, and the whole formation suddenly charged directly into a wall of fire. All that came out the other side was ash. And still, there were more soldiers. It was like a whole army had invaded the tiny hamlet. He was about to start considering drawing his sword to kill people faster when he heard screaming about a monster. He spun a couple of times before he realized they were talking about him. He laughed as he spotted Sanguine, and jogged over to the Guild Master. On the way he remembered her request that he keep one of the invaders alive, and was luckily given the opportunity to clothesline a fleeing soldier. By the time the man's back hit the ground, he was on top of him. The Paladin was careful to not do any permanent damage as he smacked the poor bastard into submission. Then he dragged him, by his collar, back to his feet, so they could go talk to Sanguine.

"They're routed. I don't think we need to murder all of them..." he offered. Probably a strange sentiment coming from a man who'd just roasted a large number of people alive. But he'd been doing it for a good cause. The vampire looked like she was doing it on a whim. "Hopefully this one can tell us who to talk to about accepting a surrender." he added, viciously shaking the man when he felt like he might try to escape...