"Form up!" shouted Njrea. "Leaders, forward...run!"

The Ethlek dove off their mounts like hesperorns after a school of fish. The central Leaders ran first and faster, drawing their line of triceratops into a flying wedge that punched into the first rank of Slavers with the force of a charging nodosaur.

The Slavers formed ranks of their own, however, coalescing into a bronze-armored wall, shields up, pikes out.

"Blinders!" ordered Trals.

Black blankets ...