Abbadon soared through the air, and Kip felt the wind press against his chest, almost threatening to throw him off. He wasn't worried, however. He and Abbadon had flown enough to know how to fly with the safety of the trainer in mind. Abbadon knew what he was doing. Five minutes went by without incident, and Serena had finally decided to open her eyes. She was at first frightened when she looked down and saw the landscape as tiny blurs of color, indicating height, but had settled down quickly and was mesmerized by the beauty of the countryside. The more she stared, the more it began to slow down and form clearer images of nature in all her glory.
"It's really something, isn't it?" Kip asked, looking back at Serena. She nodded, speechless. Kip continued.
"There's nothing like this. Nothing could take away from moments like thi-" Abbadon stopped suddenly, arching his back and throwing out his wings to stop his flight and hover. Serena began to lose her grip, but Phurnice held on to her. Kip held onto the King's Rock crown dangling from Abbadon's right horn, and used his free arm to pull Serena toward him. Phurnice ascended to look out where Abbadon was staring. The two growled for a moment, then Phunice swiftly wrapped itself around Kip and Serena to hold them firmly against Abbadon's back. Abbadon lifted his wings straight up, and they began to free fall as a large, purple laser-like shockwave streaked past right above where there were.
"Dragon Pulse," Kip whispered, identifying the attack. A screech rang out, identifying the attacker. A Noivern streaked toward Abbadon, who began to flap his wings once more, but was now taking harsh evasive maneuvers rather than his usual graceful flight pattern. Kip looked at the Noivern for a moment, and saw a rider wearing all red. He wore a mask covering his face, and had medium length, fiery red hair. He looked familiar, but no name came to Kip's mind. The assailants pursued, but Yveltal was too quick for them. Yveltal flipped, spun, ducked, and whirled past every Dragon Pulse, every talon swipe, every tooth the Noivern threw at him. Soon, they evaded it and were back on their way.