Excerpt from the journal of Draxus Ultimax: The Last Stand of the Four Races: The clash and the fall.
Falling through the sky I laid my glowing hands upon the back of Gzalmash and healed his wounds as he fought Grasheldrous the Black with everything he had, I was fearful of our fall and could see us plummeting directly into the ranks of demons upon the field, from behind I could see Fhelkhorn readying another blast of firebreath, not caring about who he hit with it. I released the reigns and began to float up from my saddle towards the advancing red. Fhelkhorn readied his talons.
The pressure of the claws was unbearable, the pain of it nearly made me black out in mid air. Fhelkhorn had me in his grasp, but at least I had him distracted from his attack on Gzalmash. Screaming in agony from the crush of the mighty talons, I held fast my blade and looked at its reflection of the lightning that struck behind me through the clouds in the distance.
A few moments passed and the sky was full of lightning, splitting with thunder so violently you could no longer hear the roars of the dragons Gzalmash and Grasheldrous as they plummeted to the ground.
I took my blade and drove it as far as I could into the leg of Fhelkhorn. The last thing I remember hearing was a hideous roar as he released me from his grasp and I felt the peace of weightlessness as I drifted into the blackness of the sky, not knowing if I were dead or alive, in reality or the abyss, for it was too black to see and my lightness of being had left me, for the moment
Through the blackness I saw wings of white arking slowly up and down in sucession and the eyes of my white steed blazed with fear, and I was no longer falling, limp in the clutches of Gzalmash he glided us to a quiet spot upon the battlefield, and there we rested a moment surrounded by the corpses of the fallen.
Grasheldrous had been defeated and his still body lay where it fell upon the battlefield, crushing both ally and foe, though its chest still moved slightly, it was not dead.
From our position I could see the fiery battle ensuing and the lighting storming upon the Demons, man, elf, dwarf and halfling fighting to the end, being torn to pieces by the demon knights march.
I gathered my sword and asked Gzalmash, "Can you fight?" … He looked at me with tired eyes and I could see his wounds were causing him an immense amount of pain. "As long as I can breathe, I can fight". he replied with determination.
He lowered himself down again and I remounted my position in the saddle as we took flight once more.
"Gzalmash," I called out to him, "When we near the front, keep us low, I want you to drop me into the fray", I could hear doublt in his tone, "Alright Sir Draxus, though I do not know if that is wise." "It's not, though I have to help the men and women down there, they're being cut to pieces."
Evading the green tracers he flew us about and we lined up to face the battlefield from above our original stand on the line and started a dive so fast I began to hear the scream of the air being cut by his wings…
D.
