Dragoncrest Cliffs The wind is on the rise,

Sunhawk beat a fast retreat, not dissimilar to how a crab might scuttle back the moment it sees a seagull's shadow. He held Umbra where he could despite the screaming of his ribs.

Speaking of screaming, now there was a new voice on the scene. Thank god Sunhawk had quit Wyclop's harpy-like company before reinforcements arrived. If Wyclops had been bad, Sunhawk shuddered to think what her recruits were like.

He didn't spare a single glance behind them. His eyes were set ahead - towards the burning sun - well the fuck outta here.