Raza rushed forward to meet them, intent on making room for his incoming troops and determined not to be pushed back from the Manoliths’ highly defensible position. He saw Commander Giza in his peripheral, matching him step for step as if tethered to him. Their advance was quickly rebuffed, but the king sensed his men fanning out all around him, engaging without hesitation. The clamor of battle erupted with the force and volume of an explosion, the cacophony achieving a madhouse intensity that would only subside when most of them were dead.
The king could not have pinpointed the shift, but he realized that the Indirans were suddenly in a position of defending rather than attacking. His sword was in constant motion, deflecting mortal blows and delivering thrusts that met with matching dex
