Galloping Troops (2)

  Strong winds howled in, carrying along the smell of burnt flesh and skin. Aether scowled and began casting the sealing spell once more. Golden lines began forming in the air once more, spreading from his palm facing outwards. He held onto the stalagmite with his left hand as the wind threatened to unbalance him.

His gaze lingered on Uria and her troops. The fight had been going on for a while now. Their movements had slowed somewhat, and so did those of their mounts. The large, four legged scaly beasts were no longer constantly kicking and clawing at the wildspawn, they were trying to retreat. Uria and her men now had to fight against the wildspawn and try to keep their mounts under control at the same time.