Metal clinked as the shields linked together, meeting the incoming Cloven tide without losing ground. Every once in a while, two shields would open up, just long enough for the Knights to swing their warhammers, smashing chitin with the force of their strokes. Then, on signal, the frontline smashed their shields forward strong enough to push the enemy back, giving them enough time to hover in the air, falling backwards, letting the next line put up a fresh shieldwall. 