An arrow missed her throat by an inch. The next one missed Velkaris's eye by less, just as Tiberon's voice entered her mind.
King Tiberon: Eron and Zenith are en route. Do not engage with primaries.
At this rate, if she followed Tiberon's orders, they'd be fucked.
Serena was about to disobey a direct order from the King, and she'd already made peace with it.
"Not with my dragon." She pushed herself up, to stand on Velkaris's back. A bow and arrow made of gold magic formed in her hand. Lightning flashed just as she fired two ice arrows.
Then there were two flashes of blinding white light.
Two shockwaves.
Serena fabricated parachutes on Eron, Zenith, their riders, and spotters just in case they were hit in the blast.
Velkaris dove, catching her. This time, she landed standing on his back.
They veered right, meeting Zenith in parallel flight.
Lieutenant Taren Calder, Zenith's spotter, held up an extra set of bows and arrows. He tossed them to her.
