Skye is the Limit by Phenomenal Pen (detective books to read TXT) 📗

As for himself, he taste-tested a cerisier de Virginie fruit (a chokecherry) after taking some precautions. 

They saw a passing herd of Indostan olifants and felt a deep rumbling inside their chests as the majestic creatures drew close. There were also chickens with human teeth, a supercilious black cat with curling horns, a flock of crows flying upside-down, a winged cow, several floating donkeys, and a crawfish that bore a backpack twice its size and whistled happily as it scuttled along.

When they reached a knoll, Ranger stopped in his tracks as though sensing some kind of premonition. He then asked Mage: “Is this where we battle the beast?”

“As you wish,” Mage said cryptically.

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“Now!” Elf screamed and Warrior flung her forward with all his might.

She flew towards the Nidhoggr just in time for the drawing back of its large bat wings. In a split-second, Elf locked gazes with the Orc rider – or whatever minimal interaction she could wring out from those beady eyes – before she knocked him off his leather saddle. Elf couldn’t believe her luck when she made a perfect landing and straddled the Nidhoggr. It was like managing to stay on top of a mechanical bull after a particularly strong buck.

“Finish it, Elf!” Ranger shouted even as he and Blacksmith were engulfed in flames.

“Finish it!” Warrior shouted from where he sat atop Mage’s shoulder.

Elf gripped the saddle with her thighs and drew an arrow from the Anima quiver on her back. She aimed at the highest point on the Nidhoggr’s nape, behind its crown of horn-like scales.  

She was about to loose the arrow into the Nidhoggr’s flesh when its prehensile tail lashed out like a whip and wrapped around her neck. It slammed her back down onto the ground straight into unconsciousness.

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“What if Mage throws Warrior right after Warrior throws me?” Elf asked the rest of the questing party, using her finger to trace the addition to the plan in the dirt.

Everyone nodded broodingly.

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“Maneuver No. 4!” Elf screamed and Warrior flung her forward with all his might.

She flew towards the Nidhoggr just in time for the drawing back of its massive bat-like wings. Elf knocked the Orc rider off his leather saddle.

As she straddled the Nidhoggr, she saw from the corner of her eyes Warrior hurtling to the rear of the beast.

“Finish it, Elf!” Ranger shouted as he and Blacksmith retreated from the growing flames.

There was a guttural scream from Warrior as he went in a gentle parabola. According to the plan, he was supposed to only grip the Nidhoggr’s tail and prevent it from snatching Elf but he went one better. In the milliseconds that he felt the wind blowing against his shut eyes, his long hair and his bear-pelt cape, Warrior was terrified. But then he recalled a similar dim sensation of flying—

(BASE jumping)

and suddenly he wasn’t afraid anymore. He opened his eyes and started to enjoy the experience. At the same time, he felt an unexpected weight in his raised arms and instinctively brought it forward as he fell. It was his Anima bracelet transformed into a massive battle-axe. 

Elf gripped the saddle with her thighs and drew an arrow from her quiver. She aimed at the highest point on the Nidhoggr’s nape, right under its crown of horn-like scales.  

As Warrior chopped off the tail, eliciting a pained shriek from the beast, Elf released the arrow to end the Nidhoggr’s misery.

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