Zaya kept her hands close to her body as she was falling, she stared down at the battle going on in the scafell pike, it was an underestimation to call it a war.
This was a blood bath, soldiers were falling countlessly as hordes of fire beasts were overshadowing them, there was no trace of any other color but red.
The soldiers that were alive were barely two dozens, Zaya's eyes twitched as she raged, she's had enough. She was suddenly hit on the side by three familiar flying fire creatures.
She lost her balance as she twirled frantically in the air, they swarmed her immediately, their numbers in hundreds as they carried her rapidly into the sky.
Zaya summoned her purple blazing sword she could not wield it as there was barely aspace to breath talkless of moving.
She transformed to her fox form, without hesitation growling hard, Immediately the swarm of fire creatures exploded into bits of blood painting the sky red.
Zaya was covered in blood as she began falling towards the ground at break neck level speed.
the loud growl pushing the swarm of