The Confliction (Book Three of the Dragoneers Saga) (Dragoneer Saga) by M. R. Mathias Page B
Authors: M. R. Mathias
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weapon. There was brilliant flash of yellow and the man fell limply, losing all form, as if his bones had just been turned to water.
Jenka went to defend Herald’s fallen body, and saw that Rikky was leading two of the Sarax away from the battle. Then Jenka found himself looking into an open maw of triangular teeth and savage intent. He put his hand on the Sarax’s snout and managed to push himself away from its mouth, but a raking claw caught him across the chest. His shoulder armor saved him from being torn in half, but it didn’t stop him from having his abdomen slashed. Hot blood spilled down his crotch and made Jade’s scales slippery. The wyrm nearly faltered when the same Sarax caught the side of his tail stalk in its maw. It chomped a bite right through skin and scale.
Jenka couldn’t hear them, but he could see men yelling and witches screaming as the Sarax finally descended into the battle and started feeding.
Rikky was scared. There were dozens of Sarax in the sky and only Jenka seemed to be able to do anything substantial to them. Rikky cursed fate for not allowing him the time to better learn how to use the power of the tear Silva had cried. He did have his bow, but it would do little good against this enemy. He knew something had to be done, though, so he had Silva make a sharp turn in the sky and started back. They went right past the two Sarax that were chasing them. Rikky and Silva were back over the temple before those two were even fully turned around.
He couldn’t believe what he saw, and it inspired him. He clenched his dragon tear tightly and started blasting at everything in the sky. Jenka was doing the same thing. Sarax were falling like autumn leaves, but there were so many of them that it mattered little.
Rikky blasted this way and slung magic that. He and his wyrm twisted, turned, and dodged a hundred razor-sharp claws. He could see that the rangers and witches on the ground were overrun with Sarax, trolls, and whip-lashing ogres. To Rikky, it looked like they were getting routed. Then he saw Jenka slump over limply, a long string of goopy blood dangling from his boot like a kite tail.
Chapter 11
Marcherion was in a fix. Blaze was big, and the bitter climate sapped something from him. The five Sarax that were swarming him were able to literally fly circles around him. The fire wyrm’s scorching breath had them wary to attack near his head. This allowed March to loose his arrows unhurried. He was down to three, though, and now two as he just missed the eye of one of the bastards with his shaft. Blaze was trying to outfly them with sheer power, but it wasn’t working. Whenever he pushed his wings down, one of the foul aliens would disturb the flow of his thrust while another darted in underneath, causing Blaze to reflexively tuck to protect his soft underbelly.
Jade was landing, and Jenka looked to have bled out in his seat. Aikira was buried in a snow drift a half mile away in the woods, probably dead from the violent shock the dying Sarax emitted, if not frozen to death. Rikky looked about to be caught in a swarm of the things, too. March didn’t know what to do. He decided that if Rikky and Jenka could throw magic with the power of their teardrops, then he could, too.
He reached into his thick fur-collared riding cloak and pulled out the dragon tear medallion he wore. As the first Sarax sank its teeth into Blaze and took a bite, a power that seared Marcherion’s spine erupted up through his chest and out of his eye sockets. Twin rays of cherry energy cut across two of the Sarax. The white gold medallion was glowing, not the dragon tear mounted in it. March let it dangle, somehow knowing he didn’t need it in his hands. Only a small portion of the force flowing through him was from the tear. The white gold, and the symbols etched in the medallion formed of the stuff, held a different sort of power: a power that was raw and unrefined by generations of inherent understanding. He
Jenka went to defend Herald’s fallen body, and saw that Rikky was leading two of the Sarax away from the battle. Then Jenka found himself looking into an open maw of triangular teeth and savage intent. He put his hand on the Sarax’s snout and managed to push himself away from its mouth, but a raking claw caught him across the chest. His shoulder armor saved him from being torn in half, but it didn’t stop him from having his abdomen slashed. Hot blood spilled down his crotch and made Jade’s scales slippery. The wyrm nearly faltered when the same Sarax caught the side of his tail stalk in its maw. It chomped a bite right through skin and scale.
Jenka couldn’t hear them, but he could see men yelling and witches screaming as the Sarax finally descended into the battle and started feeding.
Rikky was scared. There were dozens of Sarax in the sky and only Jenka seemed to be able to do anything substantial to them. Rikky cursed fate for not allowing him the time to better learn how to use the power of the tear Silva had cried. He did have his bow, but it would do little good against this enemy. He knew something had to be done, though, so he had Silva make a sharp turn in the sky and started back. They went right past the two Sarax that were chasing them. Rikky and Silva were back over the temple before those two were even fully turned around.
He couldn’t believe what he saw, and it inspired him. He clenched his dragon tear tightly and started blasting at everything in the sky. Jenka was doing the same thing. Sarax were falling like autumn leaves, but there were so many of them that it mattered little.
Rikky blasted this way and slung magic that. He and his wyrm twisted, turned, and dodged a hundred razor-sharp claws. He could see that the rangers and witches on the ground were overrun with Sarax, trolls, and whip-lashing ogres. To Rikky, it looked like they were getting routed. Then he saw Jenka slump over limply, a long string of goopy blood dangling from his boot like a kite tail.
Chapter 11
Marcherion was in a fix. Blaze was big, and the bitter climate sapped something from him. The five Sarax that were swarming him were able to literally fly circles around him. The fire wyrm’s scorching breath had them wary to attack near his head. This allowed March to loose his arrows unhurried. He was down to three, though, and now two as he just missed the eye of one of the bastards with his shaft. Blaze was trying to outfly them with sheer power, but it wasn’t working. Whenever he pushed his wings down, one of the foul aliens would disturb the flow of his thrust while another darted in underneath, causing Blaze to reflexively tuck to protect his soft underbelly.
Jade was landing, and Jenka looked to have bled out in his seat. Aikira was buried in a snow drift a half mile away in the woods, probably dead from the violent shock the dying Sarax emitted, if not frozen to death. Rikky looked about to be caught in a swarm of the things, too. March didn’t know what to do. He decided that if Rikky and Jenka could throw magic with the power of their teardrops, then he could, too.
He reached into his thick fur-collared riding cloak and pulled out the dragon tear medallion he wore. As the first Sarax sank its teeth into Blaze and took a bite, a power that seared Marcherion’s spine erupted up through his chest and out of his eye sockets. Twin rays of cherry energy cut across two of the Sarax. The white gold medallion was glowing, not the dragon tear mounted in it. March let it dangle, somehow knowing he didn’t need it in his hands. Only a small portion of the force flowing through him was from the tear. The white gold, and the symbols etched in the medallion formed of the stuff, held a different sort of power: a power that was raw and unrefined by generations of inherent understanding. He
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