The Tempest Roc was grounded but not defeated. It thrashed against the octopus's grip, electricity crackling along its feathers as it tried to break free. It was still trying to break through Jax's threads and was succeeding at it too.
"While it's down!" Lucille shouted. "This is our chance!"
Now they had to finish it before it could take to the skies again.
The Tempest Roc's shriek of rage filled the arena as Melayne and Ning started attacking. Jax could hear the satisfying sounds of combat.
He forced himself upright, his body protesting every movement. The black sword felt heavy in his grip, heavier than it should have been. But he could fight, and that was enough.
"Stay down!" he commanded the struggling bird, weaving more threads around its body.
The Tempest Roc thrashed against his bindings, its powerful wings straining against the dark strands. Each time it began to break free, Jax used his spell again, creating fresh loops to hold it in place.
