Yenna's horn blared across the chalked field, and Darven left his mark before the note even finished.
"Here we go!" Hajin whooped, charging straight at the spear instead of giving it room to breathe.
The blunted point drove for his chest, and he slapped it wide while stepping inside its reach.
"Too close for you, buddy?"
Darven snorted and shortened his grip on the shaft, "Close is where you stay honest."
Oric's shield slammed down behind Hajin, cutting off his retreat while Ilsen's first arrow whipped past his ear.
"Shit, that was rude!"
'Spear in front, shield behind, arrows threading every gap, they really did practice this crowding line.'
'The clone's clock started before the readiness blasts, so this whole circus needs finishing fast.'
Darven reset and drove again, three quick thrusts hunting the space beneath Hajin's raised arm.
He jammed each one early, catching the shaft before the point could reach its full extension.
