Silvera dodged the attacks from below. The incessant attacks caused her silver eagle to cry in fury. She felt her desire to claw the marshes into a mush but Silvera held her back.
'A little more, my little one. Once we reach the center, you can let loose,' she assured her trusted partner.
Eager to kill her attackers, she flapped her wings causing storms, splitting the air in half. Silvera wanted to tease her eagle by telling her that in fact they were the attackers and the marshes were defending their homes, but feeling her burning rage, Silvera wisely held her tongue. Her Nine Lives technique didn't ignore pain, and she knew how much it hurt to be thrown off from a hundred meters in the air, at lightning speed.
Croak!
The sound came out of sudden, suppressing the eagle's cry and the storming winds.
'Oh shit,' Silvera cursed. "Dodge, girl!" She shouted, steering her ally away from the center area of the marshes. Just in time too.
