Within an open field within the Elverstone Stronghold, a series of thuds echoed against the stone pavement and one continuous muffled screech that came along with it.
Nathan literally dragged Keith and perched him atop of Strav, the thunderbird monarch. From the bent legs and lowered feather body the former hurled the latter with gritted teeth, as though the man in captivity was beyond heavyweight.
But Strav's left wing blocked him from flying away several miles, which had his crash against its soft, cozy feathers, and rolled to its back.
He heaved a deep breath, glaring. "You're one heavy fellow, not even with a heavy plate of armor donned on you."
'Damn…' Keith shook his head to ward away the onset of nausea and rolled his shoulders from how he got treated.
