Behind them, the line threatened to buckle. Dozens of Dire Bears clashed against the combined force of hobgoblin warriors and kobold berserkers. Claws tore through shields, armor buckled under brute strength, and screams of the wounded mixed with the roar of war.
Karnark's booming voice cut through the din. "Shields up! Hold the line!" His blade carved into a bear's flank as he barked orders, rallying the soldiers around him.
Kaeldron fought near him, his halberd whirling in wide sweeps that kept their section from collapsing. "Don't give them an inch!" he bellowed, striking down to pin a bear long enough for the others to regroup.
But even with their effort, the soldiers were strained to the breaking point. Bloodied, battered, they dug in, buying every second they could.
The line bent, screams rising as shields splintered, but then Ragza's voice thundered above it all.
"Defend! That's our duty now! Buy time for our Lord, hold until he comes!"
