Seizing the moment, Owen leaped out of the fray, his trident pointed at the pack of wolves: "Halt, advance another step and face death."
"We mean no harm," the lead grey wolf spoke in human tongue.
"Our target is that madman in the sky!"
Owen's gaze also found the circling giant bird and its rider.
Instantly, he linked the rider with the giant ape and the werewolf, given the bird's bizarre, patchwork appearance.
The giant bird did not cease its assault, continuously spitting fireballs from above in coordination with the giant ape's attacks.
Owen had no choice but to engage in battle once more.
Seeing this, Isaac drew his bow, and without aiming, released an arrow that flew swiftly and accurately.
Berkeley was astounded, not expecting Isaac to possess such refined archery skills.
The odd rider atop the strange bird swung a bell, producing a tinkling sound that conjured a gust of wind in mid-air.
