The Orcs began to adjust, their movements slowing as they found rhythm in Volk's orders.
Shields interlocked, creating a unified wall.
The next time an Ogre struck, THOOM! the shield line absorbed the blow with a dull, resounding thud.
Though the force made their boots dig into the earth, the line did not break.
"Good!" Volk roared, pacing behind them like a predator watching over its pack. "Now, stabilize! Front row, focus on defense! Second row, spears ready! Don't thrust yet—wait for my signal!"
The Ogres, noticing the growing cohesion, grew more aggressive.
One of them grabbed a nearby boulder and hurled it toward the line.
WHIRRR—CRASH!
It smashed into the ground just shy of the Orcs, spraying dirt and debris.
Another Ogre roared, charging headlong at the formation, its jagged blade aimed straight at the shields.
