Second Phase (2)

“Baby. Let’s find the griffin whisperer.”

“Groar!”

Wind dragon flapped her wings and ascended to the sky.

“ATTACK!!!” Conan shouted with a patriotic tone while pointing his arms to the front.

The suicide team leaped forward, pointing their shields and weapons to the front. The sound of hurried steps, frustrated yells, the heat-up morning, and the hot air.

Everything was intertwined with each other, manipulating their feelings, twisting their rationality, and last but not least, blurring what’s right and what’s wrong.

At the highest sky, the two groups ascended at the highest speed with a relatively good distance between them. They only stopped when they were on the highest ground and stared at each other with contempt.

ROOOOOOOOOAR!!!!

The dragons flapped their wings, rushing towards the griffins squad, roaring louder, shaking the sky and the ground.

SHRIIIIIIIIIEK!!!

The griffins answered with similar tension, with their riders yelling at each of the dragon’s tamers.

BANG