With a joyously beating heart, I brought my ghostly blue saber out of my storage ring, collected the souls of my slain enemies, and readied myself mentally to face the lionkin reinforcements.
Strapped to each rider's back was a quiver full of long javelins designed for aerial combat.
That wasn't all of their gear, however. Strapped to the side of the mounts so that the items were easily accessible by the riders, lance-like weapons could be seen. These polearms were clearly intended to be used for close combat encounters, allowing the mounted lionkin to fight at mid-range with their javelins and close range with their polearms.
The wyverns screeched in unison as the formation split into coordinated teams, creating a wide net of impending doom above the battlefield.
Javelins were the first to rain down from above. The sharp whistle of deadly projectiles cutting through the air sounded, forcing BunBun to zigzag, narrowly avoiding the lethal barrage.
