“You said you’d summon eagles!”
“I did!”
New feathers bristling, Arn looked to his warriors turned eagles in the branches. “What now, Wizard?”
The old owl flapped his wings as the tree fell to frenzied axe-blows, and the orc horde below. “Fly, you fools!”
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