A sharp whizz sliced through the air before ending with a dull thud. Rune and his group were currently under attack by a group of Flying Swordfish. As the name implied, they had sword-like appendages protruding from their heads and were capable of moving through the air for a brief time after jumping out of the water. Long fins with razor-sharp edges spread out wide, giving them the ability to glide.
They were easily dealt with.
While most parties would find them more dangerous, Luna's barrier magic made quick work of them. The Flying Swordfish slammed into her walls and fell to the floor with a wet slap. Out of the water, they were helpless and easily finished off by the rest of the group.
Soon, their corpses littered the pathway, still and devoid of life. Rune wiped the sweat from his brow and looked up at the darkening sky. They did not have much time. He quickly led everyone to the nearest island before turning to face them.
