Kingdom of Ash

But she didn’t retreat into the water. Held
her ground.
It was foolish—unnecessary. Ambushing
them had been far more effective.
Yet Lysandra fought, tail snapping spines
and giant maw ripping off heads, right where
the river curved past the city. He knew
something was wrong then. Beyond the blood
on her.
Knew Lysandra had learned something that
they had not. And in holding her ground, tried
to signal them on the walls.
His head spinning, arm and ribs throbbing,
Aedion scanned the battlefield. A group of
soldiers charged at her. A whack of her tail
had the spears snapped, their bearers along
with them.
But another group of soldiers tried to
charge past her, on the riverside.
Aedion saw what they bore, what they tried