Jack was depressed. He had flown up to meet Master in the air instead of waiting for Master to land because he wanted to fight Master in the air while he was still in supreme dragon form. Master had many minions the last they fought, but most are land-based. He had hoped he could fight Master without the minions' disruption, but now two strong ones had appeared.
The winged feral tiger was a physical melee creature. It continued to come at Jack without fear. Jack would have happily engaged it in combat if not for the earth wyrm.
The lesser demon that Master had just summoned appeared to be a magic ranged creature. Dark beams shot from its eyes as its two hands conjured dark balls which it threw at Jack. These dark balls homed at Jack like homing missiles.
"Crap! I can't even get close to him," Jack complained. Master was already casting another spell. Another six-runes spell.
