Ralwyndr, doing his best to heave his armour, pushed his way through the snow on his back as the Deathmother crouched over him. Appendages shot out from its mouth and wrapped around his ankles, lifting Ralwyndr up into the air. It dangled its prey by his hooves, its furnace-like core preparing to devour.
The wall of fire stood to block them.
“Leap!” Corsair yelled.
LeapQuickpaw, bracing for his death, propelled himself into the air.
The ictharr soared over the inferno, the flames swiping for his legs as he passed. The Deathmother’s back, still oozing black blood from Ralwyndr’s last attack, remained exposed.
Corsair knew what he had to do.
Throwing himself from the saddle, he jumped towards the wound with longsword raised. He stared at his target as he rose through the air, his mind
