The clash exploded the moment both sides collided. Steel spears slammed against the magical materials of the companions' weapons.
The ringing of metal burst across the battlefield like a storm of sparks. Armor scraped. Blades carved through the air. Every impact produced a violent shock that echoed across the open ground before the city wall.
The armored soldiers fought in disciplined formation.
Their shields remained locked together while long spears thrust forward in sharp, controlled motions. Each soldier stepped in perfect rhythm with the others.
Their movements looked cold and precise, like parts of a well-oiled machine designed only for war.
But the nine attackers brought none of that discipline with them. They brought only raw power.
