Monica's eyes narrowed. Since she received the shot in the shoulder, she tried to find where the sniper was.
The guy was a real concern. He landed a hit on her earlier, even though she was riding the undead wyvern, and that thing didn't go slow. Quite the opposite.
The sniper was skilled and dangerous if he could do something like that. She had to get rid of him.
Without warning, once she was sure of the guy's position, she yanked on her mount's reins, directing the undead wyvern toward a small hill at the battlefield's edge.
In hindsight, it was clear the sniper had to be on the hill. The only problem was to pinpoint its exact location.
Erik cursed as he realized what she wanted to do. Emily posed a real threat to Monica—while he could be kept at bay by the wyvern's overwhelming power, a well-placed shot from Emily could end the battle instantly without the third division commander being able to do anything.
