IC: Something interesting about creatures that charged to attack, like oxen. They have this unerring tendency to spit themselves on pikes or spears, and while it would normally be difficult to pull a weapon out that had been stuck that far in... The vaporization of any killed enemy made it very easy. The numbers, however...

Why did he not think of [i]herds[/i]?

A slight sprint and two parries, sidestep the beast, nail the last ox with another Push, knock it over, stab it through. "And... There we are." He turned back to the group he'd come through with, walking toward them again.