"Attack!" Anna's command rang through the air; the Knights of the Hound rushing forward, intent on finishing these creatures off before they were able to do any more damage. Sir Barnsley struck at the hindquarters of the larger drake; his sword finding a gap in the scales and drawing blood. A thick black ichor issued forth as the drake rotated, lashing out with its tail to knock the knight from his feet. Almost immediately, the creature's foot came down, its claws scraping the knight's armour as he rolled to avoid being crushed. It roared in frustration, raising its head in preparation to snap up another victim, but instead, it leaped forward, crushing a spearman beneath its massive body.
Beverly, seeing an opportunity while the drake was occupied with its latest prey, strode forward, dri
