Thorion dove for the lead rider. A feeling of grim satisfaction reached Keriya through their bond. He opened his mouth to spit lightmagic at his assailant . . . but no lightmagic came.
Dread ricocheted between her and Thorion. He wasn’t able to wield. He pulled up sharply from his dive, banking left.
“Watch out,” Keriya screamed, as another rider fired his crossbow. Thorion banked again, but this time he wasn’t quick enough. The arrow caught him in the side. From such close range, the powerful bolt managed to penetrate his scales. Keriya gasped and clutched at her own stomach as a ghostly echo of Thorion’s pain clawed at her. How she wished she had her sword! She would fight those riders face-to-face, magic be damned.
A shrill cry from Seba jolted Keriya to her senses. She wheeled aroun
