Sailing up through the air, I was able to look down into the streets of the city and get a birds eye view of everything, though it did me no good when I noticed that the Fiend was drifting right alongside me, watching me from a few feet away as it waited for me to return back to the fight below.
Any hopes of dashing away and landing somewhere else in the city were completely shattered by that, but I couldn't do anything about that right now as I just continued to rely on the whims of this Fiend for the potential to survive, and in order for that to happen I needed to kill the hammer wielding man that was staring straight up at me.
"Two dogs barking at one another, yet neither seems to have a bite... how strange. And here I was being told that the dogs born in the sands were something to be feared, and that the whelps who grew up in the comfort of the Empire were fangless."
