Dan turned and ran away, flapping his wings as hard as he could, wishing he could fly another eight thousand meters, the farther away from those archers, the better.
"Southeast! Fly southeast!" Samuel Osvid commanded while struggling to keep his body steady against the strong wind.
"Please tell me front, back, left, and right! I don't have the brain to tell east, west, south, and north now!" Dan roared back, "Our tribe has always only relied on animal instincts! Not such complicated things!"
Oswald: ...
A command was faintly heard from the city wall: "What are you waiting for? Shoot!"
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