Before anyone could speak, another shot rang out, then another. It was not the continuous firing she was used to, but she guessed it was because Imlay was meticulously trying to make sure he got each shot to kill a Corrupted mage. It was working. She saw the smaller figures going down, before a bright blue-ish light of a shield spell popped up. The Cloven defense started moving, probably trying to find where the attack was coming from. That’s when the wagons came into play. 