“Zane, bring your troops around from the left. We’ll flank them and force them back up the mountains,” Skylar shouted over the blizzard winds.
Zane nodded and spun his wrist over his head, increasing the squall with his particular magic – he had a talent for stirring up storms – keeping the birds from swooping down.
“Push them back!” Skylar shouted, waving the men behind him forward. “Protect yourselves. That wind won’t stop their ice quills.”
His side prickled with the memory of when he was impaled by one of those spears.
Shaking off the memory, Skylar slammed his staff into the snowy banks on the mountainside. A blinding blue flash shot upwards, giving his soldiers more visibility through the swirls of snow.
The birds kept coming. No matter how many they fought off, the flock regrouped and attacked over and over again.
Skylar had barely survived his encounter with one and now the entire flock had declared war on his kingdom.