Battle Beneath the Shard
"Attack!"
Commander Barron's battle cry split the skies, his wyvern leading the rest of the Death Wings in a reckless dive toward us. Similar shouts joined with the earthshaking charge of the church's infantry, whose leveled spears and shields advance through the outer courtyard. Bethiv led the majority of our troops to the gate and headed them, the neat and orderly lines collapsing in a pitched battle.
With the gates secure with their vigilante presence, I turned my attention to the sky. The few mages and archers we had launched a volley skyward, picking off several wyverns and their riders. But most screamed right through the onslaught, relying on their rapidly accelerating velocity and enchanted armor to keep them alive long enough to make it to the ground.