They've done this before. He knows it with an absolute certainty he can't explain, one word the only thing tied to the feeling: Enclosure. What does that even mean in this context?

Doesn't matter. All at once, the lieutenant is in motion and the wizards fall back slightly, spells lighting up at their fingertips.

The voice is in his head again. Hold them off, it says, and he feels strangely capable of doing just that. Something is going to happen, he doesn't know what, but he has to hold them off until it can.

"Dibs on the one I threw against the wall."

The lieutenant growls and comes in swinging.