The break was forming on the left edge of Dara's line.
Three of her warriors had been pulled slightly out of position by a push from the northern forces that was smarter than it looked. Not a direct assault. A gradual pressure that had been applied over several minutes, subtle enough that from inside the line it probably felt like normal engagement friction rather than deliberate manipulation, but from where I was coming in I could see the shape of it clearly.
They were being herded.
The left edge was drifting backward and inward without realising it, and in another two minutes the gap it was creating would be large enough for a concentrated push to split Dara's line cleanly in half.
I reached Dara in the middle of the line.
She saw me coming and her expression shifted into something
