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Silvershadow circled wide right with a wedge of fifty. He found the one place where the enemy line forgot to watch —between a net team and a shield team— and stepped through it like a ghost walking through a curtain. He did not shout. He set blades low and cut tendons and kept moving. The wedge opened a mouth in Mardek's line. Vexor saw it and threw his left flank into the gap with a hiss of breath. Flint's hook ropes snatched shields from hands and dragged them backward into drones who did not waste the gift.
"Now," Shale said, and his whole Stone Cohort leaned in like one body. The front of Mardek's force bent in the middle and folded. A pocket formed. It was small at first, then wide.
Shadeclaw dropped his voice to a growl. "Push. Do not chase. Push."
The Claw Line pushed. They did not run. They did not swing wide and get cut. They just kept moving forward, shields talking, feet in time, drones breathing like a drum.
