Explosions ripped through the air. The Riders stared in shock for mere seconds before yelling as their former foe disappeared in the flames the explosions caused. Even the dragons roared in fear for the Gronkle that had flown in fearlessly. However they couldn't stay and were forced to retreat from the Dragon Hunters.
They didn't notice the odd green glow that erupted from the middle of the explosions. No one did. Not the Riders. Not the Hunters.
The bull moose grunted, pawing at the snowy ground. His senses were full of the scent of ready cows, blinding him from any other threat. For years he ruled this forest, defeating other bulls to gain the right to breed. The victories left him cocky.
A figure shifted. It blended easily into the snowy undergrowth except for one thing. A black shiny rod pointed at the bull. Only a click warned the forest of the explosion that soon followed. However the explosion was louder than it should be.
The bull fell. He didn't even register that he could no longer smell the cows or hear the caws of crows. It happened so fast even the cows were stunned. Only when a body crashed through the bare trees branches to land heavily next to the bull did they react. Turning tail they bolted, bugling a warning to the rest of the forest.
"Holy hell what is that?!"
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