“Mex, fly back.” Me-Na-Ra rattled. Behind her, Ra-En-Dro saw the dark cloud of arrows directed towards his mate.
The znaid flew with all its strength. Me-Na-Ra could see the rain of arrows approaching her. Her eyes were behind. Suddenly she decided to change her position; she turned towards the side of the arrows facing them. It was unlikely they could outfly them.
Me-Na-Ra swung her blade. She was fast. She was swift.
They were almost out of the cloud of arrows. Yet there were many arrows that still reached her almost for her to protect her and her znaid.
Too many arrows broke down, but one got through and hit her fighting arm. Another struck the znaid on its tail. It turned its heads and breathed out fire at the arrows. They were away, and the arrows ricocheted on the ground.
Ra-En-
