The Confliction (Book Three of the Dragoneers Saga) (Dragoneer Saga) by M. R. Mathias
Authors: M. R. Mathias
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slung the globular goo at an orc that looked like it might be moving toward where Lemmy had gone. The huge beast was knocked hard to the ground. Raw exposed meat that started pink, but quickly flooded scarlet with dark blood, stained the snow around the floundering creature.
Jenka was coming at the ogre again. He sent a blast from his blade right at the thing’s chest. The sizzling whip came out of nowhere and caught him across the lower back. Jade took most of the lash and scooted forward in the sky like a dog tucking from a booted foot. Jenka’s pain was incredible, but he gnashed his teeth and turned in his seat to see how bad his dragon was wounded. He was relieved to see that only a few scales had been blackened. There was no open wound.
When his eyes found the ogre again, he was fortified with some primal victory rush. His emerald Dour had blasted a hole big enough to crawl through in its chest. It lay there, still, in a splatter of gore-stained, steaming scarlet snow. The other orc and several trolls were moving after Rikky. It was clear that Silva was leading them away from Lemmy and the temple.
Jenka gathered himself and rubbed at his stinging lower back as he scanned the sky. He saw Crystal and Blaze over the temple’s main yard, wreaking havoc with blasts of ice and fire, and he saw colorful displays of druidic power ripping through the air around them. Mindless trolls, some with antlers, were all forming a knot around the heavily outnumbered men on the ground. Then he saw Golden and Aikira destroy a lashing ogre near where the King’s Rangers were trying to storm the low wall around the temple itself.
For a brief moment, Jenka felt relief and thought they might actually have a chance to sack the undefended place. Then he was reminded that defenses weren’t always made of mortar and stone when an impossibly fast whir of turquoise energy pulsed into Blaze and sent the big red wyrm floundering like a tumbling cat through the air. The world was then filled with a multitude of deep, angry buzzing sounds as a dozen or more Sarax came dropping out of the cloudy sky to join the fray.
Chapter 10
Aikira swept around from the ogre she’d just ruined and moved to defend Blaze. The big red dragon was fighting to right himself without throwing March. Of the Dragoneers, Marcherion was the best rider. Having ridden across continents and oceans on the neck of his fiery wyrm, his legs were strong enough to keep him clamped in position. Aikira envied his strength. She didn’t envy Rikky, though. As Silva carried him away from the temple, a Sarax dropped down right on top of them.
Silva’s powerful wing thrust pushed them just out from under the thing. The silver wyrm even managed to crack the alien in its stumpy head with her tail. Aikira let out her breath, then was forced to turn away as she was engaged by not one, but two of the freakishly agile creatures.
“Look out!” Jenka yelled as Jade carried him directly across Aikira’s path. Right over her shoulder, then just over her head, hot streaks of emerald Dour magic erupted from Jenka’s sword. The blasts impacted the two Sarax. Both of them went limp in the sky and started to tumble. Jenka didn’t have time to twist around and get the Sarax that was right on Silva’s tail, so Aikira urged Golden after them.
From the ground, just inside the temple’s head-high wall, a huge blast of prismatic energy erupted. The druids lobbed glassine blue spheres of destructive force. Where the deadly orbs impacted in the orchard, small craters were blown into the ground, and splintered fruit trees exploded into the rangers who were creeping through.
Nearly a dozen ogres came crashing in from the east and loped like a pack of huge green dogs into a group of trolls gathered round a collared one of their kind. The collared ogre split one of them wide open with a lash of its lightning whip, but the others tore into it savagely. Aikira turned her head before her stomach could
Jenka was coming at the ogre again. He sent a blast from his blade right at the thing’s chest. The sizzling whip came out of nowhere and caught him across the lower back. Jade took most of the lash and scooted forward in the sky like a dog tucking from a booted foot. Jenka’s pain was incredible, but he gnashed his teeth and turned in his seat to see how bad his dragon was wounded. He was relieved to see that only a few scales had been blackened. There was no open wound.
When his eyes found the ogre again, he was fortified with some primal victory rush. His emerald Dour had blasted a hole big enough to crawl through in its chest. It lay there, still, in a splatter of gore-stained, steaming scarlet snow. The other orc and several trolls were moving after Rikky. It was clear that Silva was leading them away from Lemmy and the temple.
Jenka gathered himself and rubbed at his stinging lower back as he scanned the sky. He saw Crystal and Blaze over the temple’s main yard, wreaking havoc with blasts of ice and fire, and he saw colorful displays of druidic power ripping through the air around them. Mindless trolls, some with antlers, were all forming a knot around the heavily outnumbered men on the ground. Then he saw Golden and Aikira destroy a lashing ogre near where the King’s Rangers were trying to storm the low wall around the temple itself.
For a brief moment, Jenka felt relief and thought they might actually have a chance to sack the undefended place. Then he was reminded that defenses weren’t always made of mortar and stone when an impossibly fast whir of turquoise energy pulsed into Blaze and sent the big red wyrm floundering like a tumbling cat through the air. The world was then filled with a multitude of deep, angry buzzing sounds as a dozen or more Sarax came dropping out of the cloudy sky to join the fray.
Chapter 10
Aikira swept around from the ogre she’d just ruined and moved to defend Blaze. The big red dragon was fighting to right himself without throwing March. Of the Dragoneers, Marcherion was the best rider. Having ridden across continents and oceans on the neck of his fiery wyrm, his legs were strong enough to keep him clamped in position. Aikira envied his strength. She didn’t envy Rikky, though. As Silva carried him away from the temple, a Sarax dropped down right on top of them.
Silva’s powerful wing thrust pushed them just out from under the thing. The silver wyrm even managed to crack the alien in its stumpy head with her tail. Aikira let out her breath, then was forced to turn away as she was engaged by not one, but two of the freakishly agile creatures.
“Look out!” Jenka yelled as Jade carried him directly across Aikira’s path. Right over her shoulder, then just over her head, hot streaks of emerald Dour magic erupted from Jenka’s sword. The blasts impacted the two Sarax. Both of them went limp in the sky and started to tumble. Jenka didn’t have time to twist around and get the Sarax that was right on Silva’s tail, so Aikira urged Golden after them.
From the ground, just inside the temple’s head-high wall, a huge blast of prismatic energy erupted. The druids lobbed glassine blue spheres of destructive force. Where the deadly orbs impacted in the orchard, small craters were blown into the ground, and splintered fruit trees exploded into the rangers who were creeping through.
Nearly a dozen ogres came crashing in from the east and loped like a pack of huge green dogs into a group of trolls gathered round a collared one of their kind. The collared ogre split one of them wide open with a lash of its lightning whip, but the others tore into it savagely. Aikira turned her head before her stomach could
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