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Heir of Fire(227)



            The eggs ­were to be their source of victory and downfall. Each Clan was to capture the eggs of the two enemy teams, but also leave behind a host to protect their own egg. The winning Clan would be the one who gained possession of the two other eggs by stealing them from the nests, where they could not be touched by their guardians, or from what­ever enemy forces carried them. If an egg shattered, it meant automatic disqualification for whoever carried it.

            Manon donned her light armor and flying leathers. She wore metal on her shoulders, wrists, and thighs—­any place that could be hit by an arrow or sliced at by wyverns or enemy blades. She was used to the weight and limited movement, and so was Abraxos, thanks to the training she’d forced the Blackbeaks to endure these past few weeks.

            Though they ­were under strict orders not to maim or kill, they ­were allowed to carry two weapons each, so Manon took Wind-­Cleaver and her best dagger. The Shadows, Asterin, Lin, and the demon-­twins would wield the bows. They ­were capable of making kill shots from their wyverns now—­had taken run after run at targets in the canyons and made bulls-­eyes each time. Asterin had swaggered into the mess hall that morning, well aware that she was lethal as all hell.

            Each Clan wore braided strips of dyed leather across their brows—­black, blue, yellow—­their wyverns painted with similar streaks on their tails, necks, and sides. When all the covens ­were airborne, they gathered in the skies, presenting the entirety of the host to the little mortal men in the mountains below. The Thirteen rode at the head of the Blackbeak covens, keeping perfect rank.

            “Fools, for not knowing what they’ve unleashed,” Asterin murmured, the words carried to Manon on the wind. “Stupid, mortal fools.”

            Manon hissed her agreement.

            They flew in formation: Manon at the head, Asterin and Vesta flanking behind, then three rows of three: Imogen framed by the green-­eyed demons, Ghislaine flanked by Kaya and Thea, the two Shadows and Lin, then Sorrel solo in the back. A battering ram, balanced and flawless, capable of punching through enemy lines.

            If Manon didn’t bring them down, then the vicious swords of Asterin and Vesta got them. If that didn’t stop them, the six in the middle ­were a guaranteed death trap. Most ­wouldn’t even make it to the Shadows and Lin, who would be fixing their keen eyes on their surroundings. Or to Sorrel, guarding their rear.

            They would take out the enemy forces one by one, with hands and feet and elbows where weapons would ordinarily do the job. The objective was to retrieve the eggs, not kill the others, she reminded herself and the Thirteen again. And again.

            The Games began with the ringing of a mighty bell somewhere in the Omega. The skies erupted with wings and claws and shrieks a heartbeat later.

            They went after the Blueblood egg first, because Manon knew the Yellowlegs would go for the Blackbeak nest, which they did immediately. Manon signaled to her witches and one third of her force doubled back, falling behind home lines, putting up a solid wall of teeth and wings for the Yellowlegs to break against.

            The Bluebloods, who had probably done the least planning in favor of all their various rituals and prayers, sent their forces to the Blackbeaks as well, to see if extra wings could break that iron-­clad wall. Another mistake.

            Within ten minutes, Manon and the Thirteen surrounded the Blueblood nest—­and the home guard yielded their trea­sure.

            There ­were whoops and hoots—not from the Thirteen, who ­were stone-­faced, eyes glittering, but from the other Blackbeaks, the back third of whom peeled off, circled around, and joined Manon and her returning force to smash the Bluebloods and Yellowlegs between them.

            The witches and their wyverns dove high and low, but this was as much for show as it was to win, and Manon did not yield them one inch as they pushed from the front and behind, an aerial vise that had wyverns nearly bucking off their riders in panic.