Kingdom of Ash

swarm the Ironteeth, or continue their assault
on the Crochans?
Higher and higher, Manon and the Thirteen
rose, the two armies nearing each other.
The Crochans didn’t hesitate as their
swords glinted in the sun, pointing toward the
oncoming wyverns.
The Ironteeth had not trained against an
enemy able to fight back. An enemy who
could be airborne, smaller and faster, and
strike where they were weakest: the riders.
That was the Crochans’ goal—to bring down
the riders, not the beasts.
But to do so, they’d need to brave the
snapping jaws and spiked tails, the poison
coating them. And if they could navigate
around the wyverns, then the matter would
remain of facing the flying arrows, and the
trained warriors atop the beasts. It would not
be easy, and it would not be quick.