Hortas leapt at the oncoming Mortuis Dragos, the sound of her claws on the rock percussive. Erik marvelled at this strange dragon’s graceful movements as she weaved in and out of the Mortuis, fending them off and driving them back. The nightmarish beasts surely a sign that the earth sickness had reached a critical point.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/percussive/#like-254878
