"Hoooot!"
Snapping his head downwards, to see why one of his owls is making noise for the first time, Kyle is shaken.
A massive sleek spider flying across a gap in the branches with an owl tucked under its legs with her fangs planted.
"Dive! Back to the ground now," shouts Kyle wanting to put distance between himself and this monstrosity.
Following his command the remaining eleven owls fold their wings and point their beaks downwards, entering a fast decent. Bringing a slight moment of zero gravity for him, a slight manic smile forming on his face.
Realising that the birds it has encountered are naught but weak beasts she questions how such a beast fell at their hands.
Down on the battlefield the kobold mage and hobgoblin warrior halt their combat to look upwards towards the pained shriek they heard.
With their fine tuned hearing they hear a sharp whistling sound, as if an arrow has been loosed, causing both to duck their heads.
As a result of his actions the hobgoblin warrior had received a blow to the head from a wooden club from one of the kobold in front of him.
"Alright pull up here and fly that way," Kyle indicates to his owls to stop their flight an odd fifteen to twenty meters above ground and head over the battlefield, away from the spider.
But a slight oversight on his behalf was that the owls struggle to hold him and fly at the same time. And them keeping their grip at such a fast speed before a sudden halt would be nigh impossible.
Flung into a free fall towards the thinned clash, heading right into the kobolds half of the field headfirst, 'What? Oh shit, shit shit!'
Luckily this battle has only one person with aerial combat skills, the mage, who at this moment is ducking from a nonexistent arrow.
Bracing himself for impact Kyle raises his arms over his head to try protect what he can, rock still in hand.
Whacking the into some unprepared kobolds and a rather large hobgoblin who is getting irritated by the cheap shots the cretins are taking at him.
Before even regaining his bearings Kyle is flung yet again into the air, this time barely off the ground, while feeling a sharp pain from across his right forearm.
Feeling winded and with an ache across his entire body even with the cushioned blow of the others bodies Kyle props himself up on his arms to take a quick look around himself and his arm.
With an injection of second wind Kyle shoots up onto his feet, seeing dead bodies laid in front of him and blood dripping from his arm.
His owls halting above the chaos off to the direction he had indicated prior to his fall.
A pissed off green beast standing as tall as an average man with a sword in hand, blissing oozing from a gash above his right eye, staring at none other than Kyle.
Startled with the aggression directed at himself the rock wielding man raises his weapon to see it already being quenched in the life essence of his enemies.
With the fading of the whistling the mage raises his head to see a new combatant has entered the field, one seemingly helping himself having attacked the hobgoblin.
With renewed enthusiasm at the temporary, unlikely ally the mage prepares to fire off another fireball at the hobgoblin's back while he is distracted.
'Why does this goblin want to fight me, I didn't even try anything? Did I land on him?'
"Sorry gob-err my friend I didn't mean that I just slipped can we go our separate ways?" not particularly feeling like fighting a sword wielding monster with nothing but a rock Kyle tries apologising to the hobgoblin, hoping he understands like his owls.
"Reeeahhhh"
The hobgoblin roars, swinging his great-sword at the man before him.
With the announcement of his attack there is ample time for Kyle to jump to the side avoiding the full arc of the swing.
Boom!
Dirt is spluttered from beneath the hobgoblins feet, obscuring the man's vision of the monster. Flames licking at his frame from behind the hobgoblin as a agonising roar is heard.
As if being propulsed by an engine the green warrior is blown hard into a tree, with unfortunate timing.
As this play out, a horror to all has made their appearance, a sleek body standing two meters tall, stretched legs reaching out ten meters, eight beady eyes as large as fists, a scarred underbelly with a gouged out hole, and scarring on the side of her behind.
Having restrained one of her prey already, the sneaky ambush predator has made her way down to feast on the fallen and tidy up whatever is left.
Upon noticing the nightmare fuel approaching, the warrior scrambles to his feet abandoning his sword but gaining distance from it.
He doesn't get far before a silky string entangles his feet together. Collapsing to the floor yet again he scrapes at the floor, searching for anything to grant salvation while being reeled in slowly like a fish.
Thinking his life has come to an end as the temperature is rising around the hobgoblin he resigned himself, closing his eyes.
Fwish, the string reeling him in snaps, smouldering with the remnants of fire.
Hearing the snap, and the tension in his legs falling the hobgoblin hurriedly crawls while turning to the mage to see it commanding its troops to turn towards the large spider.
A goblin arrives by his side to use a blunt sword to saw through the thread binding him.
Understanding the spider isn't letting anyone go, the hobgoblin also orders his troops to attention.
Following the example of the forest residents, Kyle back up towards his parliament while watching the spider, before getting pushed forward by the kobold mob.
The two warring armies put their differences aside to face a common enemy, but can they win?
Kyle armed with a bloodied stone against a living weapon. Face to face with the forest terror.
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