The combined force did not attack for six days.
Six days of the specific quiet that settled over a battlefield when one side had stopped initiating and the other side was waiting for the first side's decision to become permanent. The quiet was not peace. It was the pause between the thing that had been happening and the thing that would happen next, the breath between exhale and inhale, the moment that separated what was from what would be.
The Horde maintained its posture. The Throat Teams continued their reduced rotation. The Roarers remained at their positions. The spear wall held its ground on the eastern plain. The ogres guarded the siege equipment with the patience that ogres demonstrated when they had recently experienced smashing and whose appetite for additional smashing was temporarily sated.
Dhug'mhar used the quiet days to conduct the Rumbling Clan's maintenance with the theatrical attention that the chieftain applied to every activity.
