Getting rid of the underling had been easy, but the pain searing through her caused her to grit her teeth. She was a Dreadlord. This pain could not stop her, not when they were taught to overcome such small hurdles.
She got up, going to the girl and nodding as they ducked beneath the stone dome.
The Underlings came for them, but Zephyrine knocked them back with the bits of stone and dirt from the dome, buffeting them to clear a path for their escape.
"This way!" She had spied a horse, a desperate idea. "A horse is faster than being on foot!"
She got up, going to the girl and nodding as they ducked beneath the stone dome.
The Underlings came for them, but Zephyrine knocked them back with the bits of stone and dirt from the dome, buffeting them to clear a path for their escape.
"This way!" She had spied a horse, a desperate idea. "A horse is faster than being on foot!"