Dean was panting hard while looking at the headless body of the Dark Wing. Its body was still moving a little bit but didn't represent any kind of threat for others.
'So, that's the power of these kinds of beasts... No wonder the refugees are afraid of the time when a whole pack of these hawks will come. I mean, they can literally destroy this entire village, particularly if someone offers resistance,' Dean reasoned while looking back to the battle that they just had.
'I've seen other packs of flying Dreads before and I didn't see a single pack with less than ten, which is already very low to their standards. I mean, there is a whole bunch of specimens, but as far as Claus told me, they are about the same as the others that I witnessed before. If that's the case, then we are done. I can't fight against multiple Dark Wings at the same time, particularly if they have enough intelligence to cooperate as a coordinated team.'
