Kingdom of Ash

So Aelin threw her magic around the stag.
And stepped from the orb of flame, shield up
and sword angled.
She braced herself for the impact, took in
every detail on the wyvern’s armor, where it
was weakest, where she might strike if she
could dodge the snapping jaws.
The carrion on its breath was a hot blast as
its maw opened wide.
Its head went tumbling to the ground.
Not tumbling so much as smashing.
Beneath a spiked, massive tail. Belonging
to an attacking wyvern with emerald eyes.
Aelin crouched as the riderless wyvern
whirled on the gaping Ironteeth witch, still
atop her beheaded mount.
With one slamming sweep of the tail, the
green-eyed wyvern impaled the witch on its
spikes—and sent her body hurling across the
field.