Koray fervently hoped that when everything was over he never had to fly again. He was never traveling anywhere except by way of walking. No wings. No horses. Just his own two feet. He was going to walk far away from the royal castle, far away from everything, especially stupid paladins and their damned foolish mouths.
"That is them," Brekk said excitedly, breaking into Koray's daydreams of murdering Sorin.
Then the words registered. "It is? Where? How can you tell?"
Brekk laughed. "There is little point in flying if you cannot clearly see what is on the ground. That is definitely them. Come on, down we go."
Koray hated the going down part. Hated it more than he hated anything else in the world. Except Sorin, who would forever hold position one in Koray's list of hatreds.
When they finally touched the ground and his feet were firmly planted, Koray drew his sword and braced himself as a surge of paladins and knights came at them.