A violent wind whistled through the woodland north of the mountain range as hundreds of Drakar pursued Aron while hundreds more flew around scattered to prevent him escaping out of a certain radius.
As Aron was zipping past the trees he glanced back and so them in pursuit, struggling to maneuver their large bodies and wings through the sometimes-tight spots between the vegetation.
Because of that setup, he had complete control of the pace of the chase, but that wasn't going to last long.
If they continued to flood in with blockades placed all around the woodland then it would only be a matter of time before he was overcome with numbers.
He needed to either break through the blockade or start to dwindle their numbers, neither of the tasks being easy.
"You won't escape me tulsa!"
An angry roar echoed from behind, causing Aron to come to a stop near a tree and using its large stem to hide.
"I wasn't planning to."
