Sentar’s head snapped back on impact, losing control of its flight and letting the prey go. To make things worse, Lith quickly snapped his fingers in succession, generating several flashes of light and booms near the Cron’s head, making it blind and deaf.

– “Damn, I took my sweet time enjoying her screams and that’s what I get in return. I was no Cron, more like a sitting duck. Now I can’t even get where’s the up and down. If I crash land because of a pup, the boss will never let me hear the end of it.” –   Lith would have liked to keep striking the iron while it was still hot, but the black-haired girl was plummeting like a brick. Cursing her stupidity, Lith swooped down with a swing motion, first down then up, to avoid breaking her ribs during the catch.

The rescue was successful, but judging from the smell, Lith understood that she was relieved from fear on several levels.

“What the heck were you doing?” He yelled in her ear, thinking how ridiculous were in real life those romantic moments in action movies, right after the hero saved the damsel in distress.

Between the smell and the impending danger, there was no space for romance and tender one liners. The only thing they both wanted was a safe haven and a hot bath.

“Don’t you know first magic? Why did you let it drag you around like a sack of potatoes? More importantly, do you know a flight spell?”

She nodded while holding him tight with both arms and legs, like she was trying to get inside his clothes.