Juna climbed above StarGuard's canopy while the apex thundered down the narrow road beneath her.
Her three Wings spread against the gorge wind as Loccy planted her hammer between the charge and the medical cart. Six root-hounds ran in the apex's shadow, using its bulk to hide their approach from the chain beside the road.
Juna tipped her first Wing into the wind, ears pinned flat against the gusts, "Keep its ugly face pointed at you!"
"I need the swarm bunched up before it sees the cut."
"Then make it look up at something worth fearing!" Loccy shouted back, digging her heels into the ruts.
The apex dropped its horns as more than fifty flyers wheeled past the ward's upper lip above the returning carts. Their circling shadows slid across the patients below, and Juna climbed above the dive instead of dropping among their claws.
The gorge wind punched her chest as the northern ridge swung beneath her feet.
