Seeing this, Tal Gor was tempted, but he could not always rely on Lord Tommus to rescue him. He needed to learn to do things on his own.
Lord Tommus tilted his head for a second and then grinned, or Tal Gor hoped it was grin. It was a rather different look on his lord’s face. He had to grip his saddle tightly as Schwarzenfürze lurched, grappling with her prey. It was hard to see what was happening on the other side of the D’Warg, who was vertical in the air and clawing away at her prey.
Tal Gor shook his head. He knew this vision was all in his head, but it was still bizarre how Lord Tommus was suddenly handing him what appeared to be a flaming thread that led off… somewhere.
Tal Gor reached out with a spirit hand and took hold of the portal. He shuddered as he felt the raging energy of Fire. He was suddenly engulfed in flame, lighting, light, energy.
Tal Gor pulled back. Fire was too overwhelming, too powerful. He had heard warnings about the raw elements; now he understood them.
A loud belch from Schwarzenfürze caused both Tal Gor and Lord Tommus to stare at the D’Warg, who was pushing away the remains of the hippogriff’s corpse, along with that of its rider. They watched as the two shredded corpses fell through the air towards the distant ground.
Tal Gor shook his head and looked around. They were once more slightly separated from the rest of the battle. He directed Schwarzenfürze to head towards the orcs, who were regrouping. At this point there were only about twenty alvar and hippogriff pairs left.
As he came abreast of the other orcs, Lord Tommus, who was still there in his mind, spoke up.
Tal Gor looked towards his vision of Lord Tommus, who was pointing to the center of the remaining alvar. Approximately half of them were encircling an older, taller, unarmored alfar, who was gesturing and waving a staff around. Suddenly another fireball burst forth from the wizard’s staff, this one heading directly towards the orcs!
“Wyvern turds!” Elgrid Rage Wracker shouted, seeing the fireball coming towards them.
“We are toast! Scramble!” Bor Tal yelled.