The battle was turning into a grind, and that was a problem.
The Razorwing Mantis was regenerating faster than they could damage it, and Reidar's mana pool, while vast, wasn't infinite. The Vorathid Sky-Hunters were dying in droves. Their bodies were slowly piling up, littering the forest floor, and every time Reidar summoned replacements, the Mantis adapted to their attack patterns a little faster.
"This thing is nasty!" Lena said, showing all her frustration. She dodged a swipe that sheared the bark off a tree next to her head. "The damn thing's predicting the angles! It knows where we'll be before we get there!"
