The shield bearer slammed his tower shield into the middle scorpion's barb and rode the shove, skidding backward until his heel caught a step. He pivoted off it and chopped a short sword across the tail's underside. Sparks jumped.
Wind howled. The turret mage slashed the air and dropped a hammer of pressure. It struck the left scorpion's carapace, flattening its front legs and grinding grit under its belly. The beast hissed and crabbed sideways, tail lancing at the parapet. Stone geysered; the mage flung himself flat as the sting whipped past his ear and left a furrow through the merlons.
"Burn it!" the bowwoman coughed, pressing two shafts to the string and loosing both. They flared midflight, catching Fire Mage's blaze like a sail. The flaming arrows kissed the middle scorpion's eye ridge and guttered out, leaving only soot.
