The roar hit like a pressure wave, rattling teeth and making the slope feel smaller. It wasn't the chaotic screaming of confused soldiers; it was a single, directed sound. Command-shaped. The kind of roar that pulled spines straight, whether you wanted it to or not.
"BOULDERS DOWN!" Ludwig immediately gave the order. Unlike the rest, he was the first to notice. The Red King's roar was effective at bringing some of the red orcs's senses back.
Ludwig's heart thumped hard against his ribs. The ward's window was closing, he could feel it. The red bodies on the slope were already shifting from random violence back into coherent movement, heads turning the same way, shoulders squaring. That roar wasn't just noise. It was a leash snapping taut again.
