Roane smiled crookedly. "Trust me, Sir," she said over the roar of the wind, "when I say that this is nothing."
Lyth stilled his ascent, great wings flapping as he flew in place. Roane glance back at Takayuki, giving a small nod once she saw that he thankfully hadn't fallen off, before switching her attention the the ensuing battle below. For all she could see, chaos reigned supreme. Warrior fought warrior, axe met sword. The gathering, initially peaceful, was wrought with clashing bodies and the cries of bitter conflict.Yet amongst the madness, there lingered strings of confusion. Soldiers, both dwarves and of the League, hovered on the sidelines, unsure of who or where to strike. Any movements to strike were half-hearted. Reluctant, even. Only the Varjan's seems to really embrace the brutal atmosphere. Roane narrowed her eyes. Even curiouser, that strange man and his bird were nowhere in sight. Seemingly as if they'd vanished into thin air.
She shook her head to clear the foolish thought. No, of course not. What she needed was a better view. Roane steered Lyth a few feet towards the ground, trying to get a good bearing of the battlefield. "Alright, Lyth, just a bit--
GAH!"
An arrow, its origins lost in the ensuing discord, streaked through the sky, missing the wyvern and passengers by a mere hairline. Yet that was enough for him to cry out, twisting wildly in midair as panic overtook sensibility. With a sharp cry, Roane instinctively snatched the reigns and turned to grab Taka. Her iron-tight grip held them precariously in place as Lyth bucked in the air.
"If you're gonna make that crazy shot," she gasped as she struggled to regain balance, "you better make it fast!"