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Zing!
Jerouch's mount was mesmerized by the freedom it was enjoying, as its wings expanded in full form, moving through the sky at a speed close to the speed of sound.
Jerouch's grip on the rein became even tighter, his eyes getting teary with the intense gusts of winds that hit them.
His hair and robes blew backwards, creating a continuous flapping sound.
Gudra, though, was standing calmly on Jerouch's shoulder, unbothered with such speed.
If he wanted he could even move faster than the mount or teleport completely, but that wasn't needed now.
All he had to do was enjoy the cold breeze that hit him every second.
Boom!
Before Jerouch could even direct the mount, the latter maneuvered, making a great curve in the air as it dodged the sudden attack, aimed at them.
'Those bastards… they caughtt up way faster than I expected.' Jerouch snorted, annoyed by the appearance of the Avys runt.