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is own。
The first took Relonor in the chest； and the second stabbed into the warrior's belly。 They both dropped down out of sight。
Ryld looked at the twin with the sword cut in his flank。 The male appeared to be unconscious； which would facilitate searching him。 Ryld hobbled over to him to rifle his pockets and the leather satchel he wore on his belt。
Blessedly； he found four silver vials； each marked with the rune for healnoting。 Greyanna had indeed outfitted her agents properly for a martial exnotpedition。 It was the twin's misfortune that he hadn't had time to drink of her bounty before going into shock。
His brother and Relonor no doubt carried healing draughts as well； and Ryld had no guarantee that they'd be unable to use them。 They might e after him again any second； and he'd just as soon avoid a second round。 He needed to beat a hasty…
Enormous wings beat the air。 A long…necked； legless beast passed overnothead with Greyanna and the other priestess； the skinny one； astride its back。 Glaring down at Ryld； Pharaun's sister pulled at the laces securing the mouth of her bag of monsters。
Ryld dumped the remaining arrows out of the quiver； the better to examine them。 One was fletched with red feathers while the rest had black。
He'd already seen his first foe shoot one fire arrow。 Praying that the red…fletched arrow was another； he drew back his bowstring and sent it hurtling into the air。
The arrow plunged into the sack； and burst into flame。 The scarred high priestess reflexively dropped the bag； and it fell； burning as it went。 The magic spores busting inside turned the fire green； then blue； then violet。
Greyanna screamed in fury and sent the foulwing swooping lower。 Ryld looked for another magic arrow and found that none were left。 He nocked an ordinary one； and his hands began to shake； no doubt an aftereffect of the punishment he'd taken。
For a moment； it seemed to him that he was finished。 If he couldn't shoot accurately； he couldn't hit one of the foulwing's vital spots； or the riders on its back； for that matter。 Nor was he in any shape to fight them hand to hand。
Then he realized he still had a chance。 He surrounded his arrow with a cloud of murky darkness； then shot it upward。
The descending beast was a huge target。 Even shooting blind with tremnotbling hands； he had a fair chance of hitting in somewhere； and the foul…wing gave a double shriek that told him he'd succeeded。
He watched the mass of darkness he'd created tumble and zigzag drunkenly through the air。 Stung； suddenly and inexplicably sightless； the winged mount inside had panicked； and Greyanna was evidently unable to control it。 She quite possibly could have dissolved the darkness with some scroll or talisman； but she couldn't see either or lay hands on her equipment easily with the foulwing lurching and swooping about beneath her。
Ryld snapped the head off the arrow in his leg and pulled the offendnoting object out。 He gathered up the healing potions； and quickly as he was able； activated the magic in his talisman； floated down off the roof； and limped away。