Ok, yes, so this small peaceful little goat man somehow controls plants? Yeah, that sounds really weird. Volrik sighed deeply and looked up, moving her line of sight along the sky, the sun was about to set. Now would be a good time to begin the search for the moth man. Arkmaar seemed to agree even though she hadn't spoken.
"It's sunset. There a little light. If we're going to find the moth man, now would be a rather good time." He stated monotonously and began to walk into the forest, using his manual a guide.
Volrik rolled her eyes and followed him, sighing. She was still worn out from the last battle, and really didn't want to move much. But she had to follow this know-it-all or else he'd get himself killed. And of course, the task wouldn't be easy to complete all on her own. Even she knew that.
After several boring hours of walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. Oh and guess what? Walking. And even more walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. And walking. How many "and walking"s was that? I counted 21. Eh, you probably get the point. Anyways after all of that walking that I will not make you go read again, they came across a large tree. Oak, they hoped. Both the dragon and the gryphon shot into the air like bullets and landed on the top, a leafy canopy. There were large enough branches for them to land on, just not steadily. This fight was bound to be difficult.
Volrik lifted her wing, and used the golden bracelet around her wrist to reflect a beam of light. There wasn't much time left, if they couldn't do this now, there was no way they could do it later. Arkmaar knew exactly what she was doing, and he too tried using something to his advantage. This time, it was his necklace, especially the stone in it.
After a couple minutes. The sun was set completely. A deep sigh was let out by Volrik and Arkmaar, as they turned around to fly away. But then a loud shriek echoed through the forest. They both turned around fearfully, to see a large, dark moth-like creature with glowing, yellow eyes, standing before them. It had four arms, two legs, huge wings, and two fluffy antennae.
They lunged forward and the mothman shrieked. It flew straight upwards and the two creatures followed. Flames erupted from Volrik's toothy mouth, when Arkmaar has an idea.
"Vol, let's split up, you fight this guy, I'll take the faun out!" He yelled and darted away into the forest.
Great. She was in her own.
The fire caused the hairy foot of the month man to combust, as a horrific scream was let out of its fanned mouth.
Meanwhile Arkmaar heard what he thought to be wind chimes and simply dismissed it. That was, until a vine grabbed ahold of his leg and dragged him down. He turned his head swiftly when his gaze met that of a faun, sitting in a tree. Playing a pair of wooden pipes.
Arky struggled but the vines gripped tighter and would not allow him to move. All I need is to take out the pipes. He thought and looked at a feather on his wing. Dammit Volrik. You caught it on fire. Wait a minute. He picked up a stone, and quickly snapped off a piece of vine. It grew back. He gad to act fast before his talons were captured.
With the assistance of his beak, he tied the feather to the stone using the vine. All his faith was put into one lucky rock.
He took a deep breath, set the stone on the back of his claw, tossed it up and launched it forward, by headbutting it in mid-air, using great amounts of force.
