With a mighty crouch, Garan tensed and then exploded off the ground like a cannonball, a primal roar ripping from his throat as he surged skyward toward the winged beast.
*ROAR!!!
His war cry echoed through the camp, loud enough to rattle bones, a declaration of fury and bloodlust that turned every head toward the sky.
The beast loomed above with its massive black-feathered wings outstretched, greatsword already raised, wreathed in tendrils of black eidra.
It hissed, and the two met midair in a violent clash of muscle and steel.
"Look—it's the Drakkar as well!" a person cried out, pointing.
"Its attacking the flying beast!"
"Then why the hell are we just standing here?" another barked.
"Let's not waste time—help them!" someone else shouted from the ranks.
Beren stepped forward, his coat flapping as energy flared around him—noticing the situation.
"Very well!" he shouted.
"Everyone, focus your aim on the giant! It's slower and easier to hit!"
