The Zarans of Caliat were trapped now, desperate but unable to escape. Not one winged monster in that huge arena could escape the net that kept them all prisoners. They were forced to fight, but it was a fight they could never win now. All they could do now was fight and die. And they were dying all around us as green men and women everywhere cut them down and cheered in victory and freedom.
Armen, Zaor, and Sahn Jor rode up to me in a triumphant canter.
“Jon Kirk, you still live!” Zaor shouted in joy.
“Yes, and one might say the same for you, Zaor!” I shouted back happily. I had seen my friend struck down in battle by Tob’s henchmen and feared he was dead.
“Jon Kirk!” they shouted as they rode over. “Jon Kirk!”
I smiled at these three friends, then asked Sahn Jor, “Is the city taken?
