[h2][color=af9d80][b]Roger Falkner and Shortclaw[/b][/color][/h2]

When Roger saw the reflection of a silver sphere off of Shortclaw's barding, he knew immediately what was happening.  Gisela, that Hundi mage, had decided to also attack the enemy's rear ranks.

[color=af9d80]"Shortclaw, Fly!"[/color] he spoke as he tugged on the reins.  This was not a command, but a frantic warning coming from a position of trust.  The griffin immediately heeded Roger's recommendation, dashing forward, almost trampling another cultist who managed to narrowly dodge, leaping into the air, and taking flight.  Just as they got airborne, with the Hundi's silver spheres detonated behind them.  From above, both rider and mount would briefly see the ground light up and shadows briefly appear behind the hills, the trees, and the figures on the combatants.

As dangerous as it was, as closely as it had come to frying them, it was definitely a beautiful sight.

[@Raineh Daze]