The soldiers scrambled into position, shields locking in a shaky line, while the adventurers took their places behind them.
Rowan raised his one good hand, his mana swirling within him. Wade stepped forward, gripping Toothpick tight.
The injured were at the rear, those who couldn't fight sitting or lying in wagons, their faces pale but alert. A few tried to rise, but others pulled them back down, telling them to stay put.
Five of the boars angled to where Rowan and Wade were standing with other adventurers.
A few seconds later, they hit like a storm.
The first slammed into the shield line, sending men sprawling. Shields cracked, and the sound of impact echoed across the field.
Wade rushed forward, intercepting the second boar before it could break through. He swung Toothpick, striking its shoulder. The weapon rebounded with a ringing clang.
Wade ducked under a sweeping tusk and swung again, this time catching the beast's front knee.
