~Fangs POV~
Drifting lazily across the barren desert, I couldn't help but tense minutely. Nothing had changed, not really. There was still no sign of water, food, or any kind of civilization. Not even roads. But still… an subtle edgy feeling that whispered danger in my ear had overtaken me.
"Iggy, Angel let's head back - There's clearly nothing around here and I have a bad feeling about this." Fang shouted against the wind.
"I guess it's scorpion for us tonight, huh Angel?" Iggy yelled playfully as they were turning around.
"Yeah I guess s-" but angel never finished that sentence - because suddenly we were dropping towards the ground.
"Holy Fuck!" I swore viciously, desperately flapping my wings.
"What!? Are we being pulled to the ground?" Iggy screamed.
"Angel! Angel call Max!" I shouted just as we impacted with the hard earth… In the middle of what appeared to be a… Medieval army encampment?
"Slythia!" shouted one of the (soldiers?) men surrounding us.
The last thing I heard before I lost consciousness would be Angels mental scream of:
"MAX! HELP!"