"You see that?" Sol asked, looking down at the fallen warrior before turning back to the rows of recruits. "If you try to push straight back against an enemy who has more momentum than you, you break your own wrists.
But if you angle the shield sideways while you slide backward, their own charging speed will force them to glide right off your surface, throwing them off balance.
While they're stumbling past your side, the man behind you uses a low spear-butt trip to smash their shins. A monster with a broken leg can't chase a routing line. It just becomes a log that trips up the warriors running behind it.
I know it's dirty, but it's fast, and it keeps our flanks clear without stopping the retreat."
The recruits stared at the demonstration, their eyes widening as the dirty, practical brutality of the strategy sank in. It was completely unrefined, stripped of any artistic tribal flair or glorious martial spirit.
