All about was chaos, their weapons unable to inflict more than minor wounds. The ground was slick with the blood of those who had tried and failed. Gerald slipped on someone's entrails, sending him crashing to the ground. He crawled from the fray to regain his feet and cast about, trying to take in the battle. He spotted Beverly, mounting Lightning, and he understood what was coming.
"Back up," he commanded. "Get out of range!"
The soldiers backed up, giving the smaller creature some space. Gerald struck out, getting the beast's attention then turned and ran back toward the woods, his heart pounding.
Beverly watched the creature following Gerald and then urged Lightning forward. She held her hand out, and a spearmen gave her his weapon. Now, she couched the weapon as her mighty Merceria
