The sky filled with a dark cloud of wings. Claws came down on the sand glider of four winged lions. The hull took the first on-slaught well. Danulf rushed to the bridge, he worked on re-enforcing the spells he had cast on the sand glider.
Dena rushed up from below deck, with Greenly her hound. Mindy followed with Garrick. Both in various states of undress, but they did remember to bring up their weapons.
Grisum glided forward. She looked at the winged golden beasts with sadness. These were creatures of the goddess. She knew that they were there to vanquish her. Lifting up her arms, power shot like bolts to her finger tips. The first lion fell a distance away from the ship.
The second winged lion dove toward Grisum. With swiftness that was not apparent by her frail looks she deflected the animal with ease. It fell to the left of the ship into a rock formation.
The last two were quickly dispatched. Just one word from Grisum lips, “Nucleplation!” The lions exploded in mid-air. Guts fell all over the passengers on the main deck of the sand glider.