The harpies struck first, diving from cloud cover. Their screech-weapons disrupted the orc drummers. Without rhythm, the orcs' berserk cohesion faltered. I signaled the Lizardman to breach their shield wall. She did so with a tail sweep that sent three orcs tumbling into a ravine.
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The plains reeked of iron and crushed fern. My unit — three Harpy scouts, a Lizardman heavy, and myself — faced a splinter clan of highland orcs. They had been raiding trade caravans, taking captives for their pits. The harpies struck first, diving from cloud cover