They dashed out of the gates in groups of three, shooting their arrows into the sky at such a fast pace as if they were competing in speed with the snowflakes that were falling down.
One group was shooting flaming arrows at the eagle which had been injured earlier. Two of the men were blowing flutes, playing tunes that were meant to confuse the eagles.
It made the soldiers at the gate and those firing the dragonoids frown. They saw what the villagers were doing and wondered if they were being too foolish or just very brave. The eagles were not ordinary. What could a few tunes do?
The injured eagle fell from the sky and the villagers leaped on it with their weapons, hacking it to pieces, starting with the claws and neck.
Meanwhile, mist appeared in the sky above them. It settled over the area like an unwanted guest that had long been waiting for an opportunity to visit.
