Ash clung to his bloody hand, its scent filled his nose, Holcane couldn't handle it. This faerie's life must be avenged. He picked the necklace to hand it to his family. When it came to his kind, he couldn't forgive those who caused a wolf's death.
His hand gripped over the hilt of his sword, squeezing, a hissing sound was getting near from behind, closing his eyes, he swirled on his heels and sliced the winged reptile that was tending to seize him from behind, these flesh consumers were crafty. Looking around he saw a few centaurs and the rest of his kind taking the wounded faeries far from the snake.
Some of the star trackers, Centaurs, they were shooting the arrows to harm the snake but unless that armor was around it, no achievement could have arisen.
William was striving to climb the snake's back, hung on those flakes, bleeding.
