The first arrow split the air a hair from Kane's shoulder, and he shoved Wren behind the nearest tree before it finished flying past.
"Down!" Kane shouted.
Talyn and Ottilie broke in opposite directions, drawing fire away from the group's center while Corvina pulled Senna and Wren toward better cover.
"That's not Concord fire pattern," Corvina said, crouching low. "Too controlled, too disciplined. That's my organization's fighters."
"Which side do we fight," Talyn shouted back, blade already drawn as the first shapes emerged from the treeline.
"Both, if we have to," Kane said grimly.
The disciplined fighters advanced in tight formation, and Corvina stepped forward suddenly, raising both hands, voice carrying clear authority across the clearing.
"Stand down," Corvina called. "I'm sen
