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Date Posted: 10:16:00 12/03/01 Mon
Author: Ravin, Tia, Marz etc.
Subject: Rest and repairs before continuing on

Ravin was a little disappointed that his spelling lesson had to end so abruptly. Something more important always cropping up was probably what kept him from learning his letters all these years. He was about to tell Laurel to hold on to the Roc tightly with her legs until he realized she was doing just that. Obviously, the druidess didn't need any instruction from him when it came to riding the undead creature. In fact, she was handling their aerial journey far better than he was!

When Laurel began firing arrows at the approaching vultures, Ravin slid further back on the Roc to give himself move room to maneuver. He palmed two knives then hesitated as he was about to throw them when he saw a black dragon swooping down in the distance. The thought that it might be another foe didn't cross his mind because the creature was carrying Marz. Suddenly, he remembered a vision he had over a month ago of a black dragon attacking a horse. He had been talking to Tristan at the time of the vision and had no idea why he saw a dragon while focusing on the youth. Perhaps he now had an answer. Ravin had heard tales of dragons taking on human form, but never believed them until Kyri told him about Naiomi.

The loud squawk of a vulture, injured by one of Laurel's arrows, drew his attention from the dragon, bringing it back to the battle at hand. Throwing his knives with any accuracy while constantly moving seemed like a daunting task, but intense concentration paid off. An instant later, two of the vultures plummeted to the ground, his blades protruding from their ugly bodies.

Ravin and Laurel managed to end the lives of more of the creatures without getting injured. After a while, the remaining vultures gave up on the idea of attacking live prey. The small group of survivors flew to the ground and began to feast on their deceased brethren. Ravin did his best to ignore the horrific gorge fest as he commanded their Roc to land. Once they were safely on the ground, he slid off the undead beast then helped Laurel dismount. Quickly, he rushed off to retrieve his throwing knives before the live vultures got around to eating the birds he had killed.

Fear gripped Ravin when he looked up to see Jeremy fall off his Roc when he took a swipe at a vulture with his sword. Luckily, Rowan reacted swiftly, grabbing the boy by his shirt before he could plunge to the ground. The otherworldly youth dropped his blade then concentrated on climbing back onto the Roc's back while the elf ended the life of the vulture that Jeremy's initial sword swing had missed. After the boy's weapon hit the ground, Ravin retrieved it then waited. He was certain that Rowan would land the Roc now that they were free of any more attacking vultures.

*****


Tia and Justin had managed to fend off a number of the beasts, and now eased their Rocs to the ground. The merc sheathed his sword then pulled an apple from his pack. Although he ate a huge breakfast, the battle with the vultures awakened his appetite once again.

Tia jumped down from her Roc and smiled when she saw that she suffered only a minor scrape on her arm from vulture claws. She was rather pleased at how well she handled her first attempt at aerial combat. Since meeting Rowan, she was certainly gaining a hell of a lot of experience in a number of areas, and that was definitely something to be happy about.

She moved to stand beside Corum, a look of concern crossing her face when she noticed that both Tristan and Marz were injured. Barry looked a bit out of sorts as well, making her wonder if he could actually feel pain.

Shrugging, Tia took a step closer to the skull. "Your eye looks awfully bloodshot," she said. "Does it hurt? Would it help if I held a cool rag over it for a while?" Already, Tia was pulling a kerchief from her pocket with one hand while procuring her water skin with the other.

*****


Now that the adrenalin rush of battle was over, Marz felt a weariness descend upon him. He fought off the feeling as best as he could, yet found himself leaning against Corum for support. A part of him feared that he would fall on his face for a much-needed nap if he let go of his friend.

With Corum's assistance, he moved to retrieve his weapons before they continued on toward Tristan. Marz watched Tia run off to talk with Barry then turned his attention back to the dragon. The pain he saw etched on Tristan's face hurt him more than any of the wounds that now covered his body.

More than anything, Marz wanted to rush up to his lover and hold him in a comforting embrace until the healer arrived, but he did no such thing. Tristan would only get pissed at him if he got too close while their companions were milling around. He stared at the dragon for a moment then pulled away from Corum and limped toward his pack, which he had discarded along with his shirt earlier.

Marz pushed his desire to be with Tristan away then rummaged through his bag for another shirt to put on once Val finished tending to his injuries. He glanced around, hoping the healer would land soon to take care of the wound in Tristan's side before anything else. Once he had a shirt picked out, he laid it on the ground then pulled out a cloth, drenching it with water from his flask. Sitting crossed-legged on the ground, Marz slowly proceeded to wash away the blood that covered his chest and arms.

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