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The Yellowlegs sentinels who tried to
break from the Thirteen’s path to attack the
Crochans below found a wall of arrows
meeting them.
The wyverns might have survived, but the
riders did not.
And with a few careful maneuvers, the
riderless beasts found themselves with throats
cut, blood streaming as they crashed onto the
nearby peaks.
Pity mingled with the fear and rage in his
heart.
How many of those beasts might have been
like Abraxos, had they good riders who loved
them?
It was surprisingly hard to blast his magic
at the wyvern who managed to sail overhead,
aiming right for Glennis, another wyvern on
its tail.
He made it an easy death, snapping the