Drake and his cohort waited as the sound of wings grew louder. The rhythmic beating of large leathery wings, clapping against the wind, was rapidly approaching the rim of the ravine, growing louder. The sound rose to a deafening volume, threatening to shatter their eardrums. It was a terrifying sound that vibrated the ground around them.
As the first forms ascended out of the ravine, breaking through the darkness, Drake tensed, ready to defend himself and his cohort. The others were doing the same.
A cloud of darkness broke through, bursting into the sky above, rising in a fluid flow of bat-like beasts. There were hundreds of them. Chad released his first arrow, then quickly notched a second. He fired in rapid succession, hitting one after the other. His arrows were nonstop. Fear gripped their hearts as they witnessed what was coming out of the depths of the ravine.
