Lightning flashed around the merging bats. The crackling faded in both the sword and the massive, condensing cloud. Mike's attack had taken out nearly one quarter of the giant bats. With no more energy or lightning to use, Mike was out of the fight.
Chad's arrows grow thinner; His energy was waning rapidly. He was nearly out of the fight as well. They were running out of juice to fight, and by the looks of the merging bats, the fight had just begun.
"Come," Drake commanded his familiar. His eyes never wavered from the merging bats.
Renn immediately moved forward, positioning herself only inches away.
He placed one hand on her head, letting his eyes glow brightly. Their minds merged. He was trying to figure out why Renn had imprinted. With their energy evaporating like water, they were as good as dead.
An image formed. He understood.
Replacing his bow on his back and coiling the whip on his wrist, he stepped forward. Chad, stop firing. Back away.
