This was not going to be a fun hunt, but given that they were in Void-ridden Hak Etme that had always been understood. Tal took a deep breath of the dry desert air that was becoming Deepfrost-cold as they surged upwards and their prey came into view. Boreal harried it from above, keeping it from gaining height and then Sol darted forward to help the bigger companion, flying circles around the cygnata to box it in.
"Get th'net ready!" Tal called to Zavien, reaching for his Dagger with a reluctant scowl. Flipping it from its sheath, he locked the wheel and then bounded over the deck to the prow, slipping past the Dragoon like an eel aboard the deck he knew better than the back of his own hand. "Boreal, now!"
The pale dragon let loose a stream of flame that forced the hissing cygnata to coil backwards from its attempt to escape. Then she folded her wings and rolled to the side, protecting Sol as Tal lashed out. Thirty feet away, at the very edge of his range, the cygnata flapped twice more and then went limp as its head separated from its body. They only had seconds to grab the crested head before the rest of it exploded into light, which meant Zavien was up!
"Get th'net ready!" Tal called to Zavien, reaching for his Dagger with a reluctant scowl. Flipping it from its sheath, he locked the wheel and then bounded over the deck to the prow, slipping past the Dragoon like an eel aboard the deck he knew better than the back of his own hand. "Boreal, now!"
The pale dragon let loose a stream of flame that forced the hissing cygnata to coil backwards from its attempt to escape. Then she folded her wings and rolled to the side, protecting Sol as Tal lashed out. Thirty feet away, at the very edge of his range, the cygnata flapped twice more and then went limp as its head separated from its body. They only had seconds to grab the crested head before the rest of it exploded into light, which meant Zavien was up!
