Everyone again took cover as the Slayer made another pass. This time screams of pain accompanied the sound of the spikes hitting the ground. Orsen let out a yell as one pierced his leg, pinning him to the ground. Quickly he grasped the spike, and pulled it free from his leg. “Ogion!” he heard the Cleric shout, ”Can’t you cast a spell or something?”

Ogion shook his head in disgust. “No, magic’s no good against it remember? Wait, I might have something.” The air elf began searching around his belt, “Here it is.” He said as he pulled out a wand. “Keep it distracted.”

 “Feuryia, what about your bow?” The cleric asked the fire elf. The sound of the whirling began to get louder. They knew it would only be a matter of seconds before the beast made another pass.

“I’m out of arrows.” Feuryia shouted back at him. The shadow passed over the mountain top and more spikes rained down upon them. The air elf stood up from behind the rock he took cover behind and began waving the wand in precise circles, muttering strange words, as he did so. The beast again was making another attack. The cleric pulled out a chain and started twirling it around his head the beast flew over head. As it reached directly above the cleric he let the chain fly, slinging it up at the beast. The beast was too high above the ground and the chain missed. The Slayer let loose another volley of spikes. The chain almost when over the side of the cliff as the cleric caught it in time.

Orsen cursed himself for not bringing his sling. He was caught off guard when a wyvern appeared where the air elf once stood with a mighty flap of its wings it leaped off the ground and prepared to attack the Slayer.

“The spikes!” The cleric shouted as he ran a grabbed some of the projectiles that littered the ground. ”Throw the spikes!” Orsen caught on to what he was saying as the heroes began picking up the spikes to use as javelins. The whirling sound filled the air as the creature made what was to be his last pass.