"Fire!"
From behind the Vanguard's shield wall, Lucien and the other rangers released. Countless projectiles shot toward the northern army.
"Barrier!"
At Gordon's order, the cadets at the forefront rapidly signed with their arms. Runes flared before them, unfurling into a massive barrier across the front of the advancing army.
Projectiles hammered against it in rapid succession, flashes of light rippling across its surface. Most fell harmlessly to the ground. Some, however, especially those fired by Lucien and the stronger Donvaire cadets, punched through, dropping several northern cadets before they were immediately whisked away in bursts of light.
Gordon gritted his teeth, but there was no point slowing down now.
They were already too close.
Then, almost in unison, both commanders shouted.
"Brace!"
"Break!"
The northern army crashed against the southern cadets like a tsunami against the shore.
