For ten minutes, nothing but wind and the hish of boots in grass. Then, too soon, really, an impact. The leftmost twin yelped, blade knocked from her hand by a flicker in the rain mist.
Soren dropped, flattening into cover, and watched the hyper-clean formation of Blue Company sweep in: Cassian on the lead, Aria close behind, and then the rest in chevron, using the mist as tactical cover.
He signaled, small and sharp. The transfer and Kale peeled off, went to ground behind a fallen arch. Seren, unbidden, shifted left, Soren almost missed her in the gray, but now she had a clean line of sight on Cassian's advance.
Soren waited for the bait to work. Cassian, true to form, hit the exposed flank with all the overcommitment of a man who couldn't imagine losing to a scratch unit.
