Fire and Flight.
Flame gripped her sword impatiently; she was getting tired of hearing this human talk. Whoever that elf was out there, he needed help.
-Look at all those skulls- sent Reedwhistle, staring; he was the youngest of the party.
Untold moons ago the evil ones invaded our land, twisting the shape of things with their foul magic! said the human, unaware of the eyes watching him from all sides. Hear Gotora, the cries of this child of demons!! May his death agony appease your wrath!
-That kit's in over his head- sent Dustygold, shaking his head, but never letting his gaze leave the clearing.
-Should I pick off a few?- asked Hawk, pulling an arrow from his pouch, and fitting it to his bow.
-No- sent Flame. –We wait for now; you'll have your chance to fight-
You've had your fun, old man said the elf. Now get it over with
-Cutter… those skulls…!- a sending hit her out of the blue.
-Don't worry, Skywise- was its reply, she guessed from Cutter. -Redlance's won't hang among them—I swear it.-
-Catriders, we go as they do- she sent.
-Wolfriders ready…- Cutter sent, as Flame nodded to her own riders. "Attack!"
At once, both tribes of ferocious elves poured into the clearing.
-Lore, get that kit out of here- she sent.
-Yes, chieftess- sent the rockshaper, his dark hair whipping as he separated from the rest of the group.
Tabak, the sacrifice! Now!shouted the human who had spoken before.
Too late, human snarled another voice, which she realized was Cutter's.
-I have the kit- sent Lore.
-Than let's get out of here-
The wolf riders weren't far behind.