The air was thick with tension as the Iron Fists surged forward, their battle cries echoing through the dawn. Amara stood at the forefront of her warriors, the adrenaline coursing through her veins like wildfire. The time for preparation was over; now they would test their strength against the encroaching storm.
"Hold the line!" she shouted, her voice ringing out over the chaos. "Do not let them breach the perimeter!"
The warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, forming a solid wall of resolve. Amara glanced to her left, where Kirin stood ready, a fierce determination etched on his face. Lira's scouts had already taken their positions, poised to execute the diversion as soon as the enemy closed in.
