Half of the beast swooped low, they crawled along the ground like a tide of black rats, wings folded against their twisted bodies. The other half remained in the sky, diving in coordinated spirals.
Lyra cursed out and said. "They are learning." Kelvin tightened his grip. Xerion growled and braced beside him, its dark mane kept bristling.
The ground-crawlers surged first, while clawing across soil and leaping at their legs. Darius stepped forward and planted himself like a wall. His greatsword slammed downward, crushing five at once in a burst of rotting feathers.
But the ones on the air maintained their balance, as half of them struck at the same moment.
One slammed into Lyra's arm, nearly ripping her bow from her grip. Another darted at Kelvin's face, while forcing him to twist and slice upward in a desperate cut. Xerion leapt again, intercepting two more with a savage bite.
