Out Of Options

"Almost half of us. Gone! Just like that!" Kael spat from the top of his dragon as he rode beside Bellamy.

The Chief said nothing, his back straight and eyes forward. Instead of flying, the dragons were walking. Leading.

Behind him were the rest of his aerial forces, and the still intact ground forces. They were making their way to the edge of the Ross barrier to lay their siege.

"Is this really the right move?" Kael growled. "Going back to where Ross had called the wrath of the heavens down on us himself. The riders are afraid, Chief. If only one man could do that, what could more do?"

"Do you want to be chief, Kael?" Bellamy hissed, fingering the battle axe affixed to the side of his saddle. "Challenge me and you can lead the tribe and make the shots. Do you?"

The two men glared at each other, before Kael looked away. They both knew who would be losing their life if the challenge happened. Until then, Kael would stick around and look menacing.