Arthur gritted his teeth as he shot through the air. The bronze lance sang as mana was pumped into it. The faster he soared, the slower he felt.
Gray struggled to get his wounded wing free of the creature's paw but his struggles proved futile. The golden wings burned with hot tongues of flame but that didn't seem to bother the beast any more than a fly buzzing around its ear.
As it lowered its maw to clamp down on its prey, something crushed into its giant skull and sent it reeling backwards.
Arthur's body bounced off the creature's large head, landing gracefully on his feet just metres from where it had been.
The prince brandished a glowing bronze lance, never taking his eyes off the enemy, "Arthur, you shouldn't be…"
"Get moving already, Gray," Arthur yelled, doing his best to banish the fear that threatened to overwhelm his body completely.
