"Seize her!" Blackwood commanded.
Just when the witches had laid their hands on Aria, an arrow flew towards the largest dragon, Baxon, and went home on its chest. Enraged, the dragon spit flames on a section of the skeletons.
At the same time, the gates of Eldrida flew open and the royal army ran out, swords held high in war cry. The sudden turn out of events had the witches focused on what was happening in the upper field. Aria seized that opportunity and grabbed a sword from one of the witches before she cut off the hands of the one holding her.
Blackwood loathed in anger and so did the skeletons attack viciously. But the archers on the wall were quick to rain arrows on the approaching hoarde.
Aria released her magic, the sword she was holding engulfing in flames. Even the plants close to where she stood turned dry in an instant. The leaves clutched beneath her, burning with every step she took. Her eyes were now a shocking red.
