Oryn could not think. His mind went blank, and then a sense of danger rose up within him. He realized then that if he did not do anything, he would surely die. It was such a strange realization for someone who had dominated unchecked for so long that it took a while for him to actually move.
In that short pause, a stone bullet slammed into his shield and weakened it, quickly followed by two others. The last passed through and slammed into his shoulder, tearing into his flesh and getting stuck in the bones.
Oryn grunted and moved backward, his left hand gesturing to make his shield tighter while his eyes flashed with pain and desperation.
What made him even angrier was the fact that his opponent, the barbarian, was bending down to carefully select the stone he would use as his weapon!
The First Commander wasn't the only one who felt insulted. The whole of the Winged people felt anger and fear as they watched the pit.
