Regis shot forward, aiming toward Tam, who hovered in the air, Vaya on his right and Anteris and Teves on his left. Seeing Regis aiming directly for him, Tam started to fly forward, but was cut off by Teves.
"Please, Grand Marshal. Allow me." Teves said in his solemn voice, the yellow falcon glowing all around him, his tan colored armor blending in with his aura. Like all the others Tribes People, he wore quilted armor, made of reinforced and padded cloth, that glowed with runes.
Teves' armor was well decorated with tawny colored feathers, and the enormous cloak that he wore draped around his shoulders was made only out of the fluffy, insulating feathers of countless falcons.
Tam, who had now been fighting for hours, just watched Teves leap into battle, more than happy to allow the young Master to take on Regis.
