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Lady Mhysra Kilpapan was blessed from birth with a distinguished family, a glorious home and a giant eagle miryhl of her own. Fully aware of her luck, she wants for nothing in life - except a chance to become a Rift Rider. The elite force...
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Twenty Three
STRAIGHT INTO HURRICANE, who caught the kaz-naghkt full in the face with his talons.
"Go!" Lieutenant Lyrai shouted, while the kaz-naghkt screamed.
Freed, Cumulo needed no further urging. There was time for one snatched breath before he folded his wings and entered the darkness beneath the bridge. Mhysra huddled against him, wondering if her heart would ever recover. The shadow seemed to go on and on as they dropped closer to the water, their momentum lost after the kaz-naghkt had grabbed them.
Sunlight blinded her on the other side and air surged beneath Cumulo's wings again as he banked upwards, swinging back towards the citadel. He flapped hard to lift them over the eyries, now swarming with miryhls and kaz-naghkt. A familiar eagle appeared through the chaos, its wings tipped with silver.
Keeping an eye out for attack, Cumulo glided closer and, when Latinym was directly overhead, Dhori dropped a bow and quiver into Mhysra's hands.
"Luck!" he called, Latinym already racing back to the fight.
"I think we've already had more than our fair share today," Mhysra muttered, securing the quiver to her saddle before testing the balance of the pre-strung bow. It was perfect. She frowned and wondered how Dhori had managed to bring hers to her. Where had he gotten it?
"The gods can spare us a little more," Cumulo shouted. "Wake up!"
Blinking, she looked up and found they had company. Three kaz-naghkt screeched down the wind, outpacing the miryhls on their tails. If they got too close, a kaz-naghkt would twist and lash out with its tail. Spotting Cumulo, they grinned and stooped to attack.
Mhysra drew an arrow from her quiver with shaking hands. "Steady," she called, and Cumulo levelled his wings calmly, as if they faced murderous kaz-naghkt every day.
"Maegla aid me," she whispered, aimed at the kaz-naghkt on the left and released.
The wind snatched at the arrow, driving it away from the pale chest she'd aimed for and striking the thick muscle beneath the kaz-naghkt's right wing instead.
Shrieking, the creature curled around the wound, swinging its broad left wing across. The kaz-naghkt next to it lashed out as a leather sail clouted it in the face. Black blood sprayed and the wounded creature fell, injured in both wings. While it could have easily recovered from an arrow wound, there was little it could do with its other wing in tatters.
The kaz-naghkt that had done the damage shook its head, too dizzy from the slap to spot a miryhl dropping on it from above.
As they battled, the final kaz-naghkt continued onwards, flexing its claws. Wings spread, holding steady, Cumulo waited for Mhysra to nock another arrow. Her hands were shaking and it was all she could do to draw. She released too early and cursed when the arrow went harmlessly wide.
