Ralwyndr parried a strike from the fiend and, rolling to the left, swung hard at its side. Another gash was torn through its flesh and the beast was sent flying in Corsair’s direction.
“Oh God, f-forward!” Corsair screamed.
f-forwardAs its shadow fell over them, Quickpaw dodged out the way. The Deathmother landed and sent a pillar of snow up into the air, showering the rider and his beast. Corsair squinted through the barrage as it stood and spun its sword, attention focused on the Soothing Elixir’s warrior.
“Go!” Ralwyndr yelled. “I’ll distract it!”
GoRalwyndr spun his sword as if it weighed nothing, goading the Deathmother. Corsair spurred Quickpaw towards the towering fiend as it shrieked again, its core expanding and firing out javelins of green light in Ralwyndr’s direction. Corsa
