"Right," Damien muttered under his breath. "Can't be that hard, right? Just... don't fall and die."
His mind raced as he calculated his escape. Every part of his body screamed for him to rethink this insane plan, but the alternative—waiting to be either eaten or crushed when the sky beasts came back—wasn't appealing. He took a deep breath and forced himself to move closer to the cliff's edge.
A screech from above made him freeze. His eyes darted back to the sky. The two birds were still locked in combat, their screeches filling the air as they clawed and snapped at each other. The larger bird seemed to be getting the upper hand, its talons digging deep into the eagle's side. Blood dripped down from their clash, staining the rocks below.
Damien grimaced. "Great, looks like mom's not doing so well."
