Drakes

For a few tense moments, everyone waited for something to happen. Then, the cause for the alarm became clear. There was a flight of drakes inbound, with riders on their backs.

"One full wing of Drake Riders, 140 degrees low on the horizon." The guard Sergeant reported.

That was nearly behind Karl, but the guards on his side of the formation didn't turn away just yet. Training told them that an attack rarely came from just one direction, and if it was a flying enemy, they could easily circle the team to attack where it looked weakest.

"Once they're in range, odd numbers turn to face the threat." The guard leader announced, getting back a wordless noise of confirmation.

Karl had no experience with that sort of group training, but the students were willing to follow the church guard's orders and when Dana whistled, the mages all turned.

"They're nearly in spell range now. Call it when you want the attack to begin." Karl informed the guard leader.