Flying over the swamp area that they had been training in, Marcus kept a good eye out for any unwelcome guests that might want to attack them.
Normally most beasts or monsters would not fly over and area for an extended period of time unless they were one of the strongest, since other creatures would often launch attacks at those that flew over their territory.
Luckily Marcus had made it pretty far without incident probably owing to his form that was a replica of an epic grade beast that most others knew to stay away from.
That was however, until a group of some type of flying lizard that were around five to eight feet long, with dark blue and muddy brown scales that blended in well with the swamp began flying towards Marcus in mass.
'Level twenty-one, level nineteen, level twenty-four. None of them are very strong. Either they are very aggressive or very stupid.
