Sylrin was already wounded, and I knew the fight wouldn't last long, so I rushed towards the sound of clashing.
Two winged shadows twisted about in the air as both monsters fought for supremacy. The winged serpent was noticeably faster, and it spun circles around Sylrin who kept trying to keep up with its speed. He roared in pain when the creature swooped down to dig its claws into his back, and I grew incensed.
Not far behind me was the second winged serpent who was pursuing me, but I was much faster, as my wings flapped fiercely to increase the distance between us.
Who cares that they were two of the creatures?
If I let them take my lizard so easily, how could I hope to guarantee the safety of a pit full of creatures.