"These creepers just keep coming!" Atia shouted, barely heard over the shriek of the vampira he'd just impaled.
"There's so many," Aiyana agreed through gritted teeth, spinning aside as claws slashed where her face had been. She stubbed the female vampira in the nose with her staff, breaking bone as dark ichor sprayed over her arm. Then with practised ease, she swung the staff, twirling it until the sharpened end she'd recently shaped pierced through her heart.
Her brows pinched together as she yanked her staff-spear back as winged shadows blotted out what little moonlight filtered through this part of the jungle.
Her breath halted, surprise tugging her brows up as she saw harpy eagles cutting through the clouds like streaks of silver, diving and raking their claws through vampiras swarming the treetops. This was undoubtedly a strange night, and one she witnessed Silver Feather helping not only their own flock but others on the island.
