The whole place was a barren wasteland of charred stumps and smoking ground.
Ohta walked up to Nar. “My wound is healed. I thank you brother.”
Nar nodded curtly, still overcome with horror at the events of the previous night. His eyes roved the area and came to rest upon the many figures of the dead- birds, spined larupias, weasels, and kebbits.
Dragon strode over, her body drooping and her tail dragging along the ground. Nar looked down at her, full of sympathy for her grievous loss.
She looked up at him and said, “Wherever you’re going, I’m going too.”
Nar nodded his agreement, once again looking at the scarred tropical land. He sighed and turned to Ohta, “Where to, my brother?”
Ohta looked up at the clear blue sky; which clashed with the newly created inhospitable surroundings.
“We will fly until we have defeated our enemy… let us depart.”
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Nar, Ohta, and Dragon left the next morning early. The preceding day had been filled with cremation of the dead. They had seen to the dead, and the injured, comforted the mourners, and helped the weary. Now they were ready for their duty.
As they took off, Nar’s heart was heavy. He knew that there was nothing more he could do- alas! It was what he could have done.
Ohta wearily flapped his wings, and he turned one head back to Dragon, who was perched somewhat precariously on his broad, scaly back. “How are you holding up, young one?”
Dragon blinked slowly, “Just fine, thanks.”
Nar turned to Ohta’s first head. “Just where are we going?”
“We are going to find our enemies. Small raids, large raids, unexpected deaths, hit and run, duck and weave. We will make our presence known to these humans, bit by bit.”
Nar flapped one wingtip, approving of the daring, yet subtle plan. “Let us start in that city,” he said, gesturing to a large landscape of buildings and sprawling fields.
“Agreed-we will make our move tonight.” Ohta’s brow lowered, “No man will be spared. Leave the woman and the children alone.
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