I felt a sting on my shoulders as the sharp claws clenched around me. A mild glow caught my attention, but I couldn't afford to look there now. I gritted my teeth and forced my screaming muscles to slowly push the claymore away.
I felt something pull my clothes as the Ereth's expression twisted into something different. It took me a split second to realise it was fear, as he suddenly let go of my shoulders and pushed me away with all of his might. As I stumbled and fell on my back, a long, pale metallic spear wreathed in darkness passed over my head and pierced the Ereth's left wing.
He shouted, screeched even, with pain and hatred. A golden light fell on him, healing his wound about as quickly as it appeared, and the spear flew back. I glanced behind me, only to see Fetheion catch the spear. As soon as it returned to his hand, it seemed to liquify. It changed forms into a bow, and Fetheion hooked an arrow without hesitation.
