Corin fired from behind a pillar. His arrow streaked across the lane, aimed at Doran's shoulder. Doran sidestepped. The arrow shattered on the stone behind him. Mira's frost spread across the ground in response, a thin sheet of ice that crackled underfoot, forcing Corin to shift position.
He nocked another arrow. Fired. This one glanced off Doran's pauldron with a sharp ping. The spearman didn't flinch. He just reset his stance and waited.
Liza's healing glow kept Corin steady, her mana a quiet hum at his back. They were pressuring. They were holding. Doran and Mira couldn't push forward under the constant rain of arrows and the creeping cold of their own mage's frost. The lane was locked in a stalemate, exactly as Halden had planned.
Then Halden's voice cut through. "Mid is down again. Pembroke is free. Watch the river."
