I watched him when he felt dismayed and I also made myself ready.
First, Nick called silently for a dove to come. Two snaps and a clap were enough to call the designated fowl. He used it with his eyes to know the princess's location. It flew at a moderate speed but a mystivan saw the bird that was like searching for information.
This man with an oblong face and a broad tapered build was a different kind of Varmint. What made him so special? He could summon fowls out of nothing.
She pulled the bow's string gently, a mystivan released the arrow pointing the dove and struck it right to its heart. The bird fell faster than the blood that flowed out of its chest. Nick's first move was a failure, he felt exactly what his minion felt and pushed both of his hands against his chest as if he was
