A blade struck bone beyond the bend, and Seret's raised hand stopped the forward shields before they reached it.
Hajin grabbed the fourth wagon's sideboard while its driver yanked the reins, dragging both horses to a stamping halt.
"Hold formation!" Helen called, sweeping her skirmishers down the right slope without letting them cross the spear line.
She drew her rapier as she reached the road below, "Movement in the glen, sixty paces out, keep those wagons clear!"
Hajin leaned out around the driver's shoulder and hissed through his teeth, "Sixty paces, and I'm parked behind a horse's ass, perfect."
Juna was already studying the creek bed beside the road, her ears twitching under the hood.
Loccy lifted her chin off her hammer's handle and peered past the driver, nose wiggling at the new smell.
A break in the trees exposed the fight ahead, while the spear line kept their wagon from rolling any closer.
