The four-armed riders moved in quick steps; their long legs gave them easy access, their additional limbs allowing them to wield weapons with deadly efficiency.
Voriack drew two curved blades while his companions brandished spears and scrolls designed for capturing large prey. Their dragons flanked them, eyes glowing with predatory hunger as they prepared to support their riders in battle.
"Take the drake alive," Voriack commanded, his four arms moving in perfect synchronization. "The rider we can afford to damage."
They rushed forward as one, their extra limbs giving them an advantage in reach and striking power that would have overwhelmed most opponents.
But Jolthar was not like most opponents. The power in his veins responded to the threat with cold fury, and power surged through him like liquid fire.
He didn't draw a weapon.
He didn't need to.
