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Sienna unleashed the Fire of Unmaking, but the front rank simply raised shields, let the heat wash over them, and advanced. Kruber swung until his arms screamed, but they just kept stepping into his blade, grinding him down by mass and precision. Kerillian’s arrows found throats, but there were always three more to take the formation slot.

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Through the breach came not a screaming wave, but a single file. Stormvermin in lockstep, shields interlocking like a brass puzzle. Behind them, Ratling Gunners walked in a synchronized box formation, barrels sweeping in mathematical arcs. No friendly fire. No hesitation. They moved like a single, cancerous organism.

“That’s a victory.”