Kingdom of Ash

Thirteen would win.
Manon smiled.
The two armies slammed into each other.
Loosing a breath, Manon yanked once on
Abraxos’s reins.
Her fierce-hearted wyvern flung out his
wings as he arched—and plummeted.
The world tilted while they twisted and
plunged down, down, down, the Thirteen
falling with them. They tore through wisps of
cloud, the clashing army blurring, the castle
and city looming below.
And when the Ironteeth were close enough
that Manon could see they were Yellowlegs
and Bluebloods, Abraxos banked sharply to
one side and a current launched him right into
the heart of them.
The Thirteen snapped into formation
behind her, a battering ram that smashed
through the Ironteeth.