203 Chapter Two Hundred and Three – That Knight, Errant 4yr

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Errant hewed the head off the last of the minotaurs, and Darkbolt flung the corpse aside. Without pause, his Wrath lashed out and punched through a gorehorn, before splitting to cut down two more wounded ones fighting next to it.

The harpies that came with this group hadn't been at all prepared for a griffon-rider using Wrath, and he had cut them out of the sky, before turning his attention to the minotaurs who had decided not to charge pell-mell onto multiple Spears and were attempting to use the corpses of other mutates to force an opening.

Him diving down into their flanks had really spoiled that idea.

Wrath pulsed through him and down into Darkbolt, who trilled softly as the golden power mended his flesh of half a dozen spear wounds and one glancing axe-blow. In a couple minutes, he'd be fine. His beak and claws were coated in gore, but golden flames were slowly burning those away.

The griffon was very aware of how convenient this was, of course. As long as he fled, or just retreated from fighting for a moment, his wounds would clean up and he'd be fine. It wasn't like when he'd fought the dragon, when one claw and a tail lash had nearly killed him, rendering hi