Cassian barely had time to exchange a glance with Shera before orders were being barked. Their squad regrouped fast, falling into formation with the rest of their platoon under Shera's command. Alix was already there, straight-backed and serious, with Kalso standing off to the side looking a little out of place.
Cassian noticed the same thing the others did — no one was rushing forward, no battle cries, no charge. Instead, the whole line seemed to be… waiting. Watching. It didn't feel like a battlefield; it felt like they'd all just paid for tickets to some grim show they weren't sure they wanted to see.
"Why aren't we moving?" Robert muttered under his breath beside Cassian.
"Don't know," Cassian said, eyes narrowing as he caught sight of Naset up ahead, standing with the Earl's officers. The man's focus wasn't on them but on the field beyond.
