Filix

Well, Filix could use a bow, at least, even if he didn't possess a gryphon's natural weaponry.

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He nudged past Filix, and splashed his way up to the weather-beaten Silver Judeth had placed in charge.

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But it wasn't Filix taking the shot-the mage was lying on the ground, just outside the canvas wall nearest Skan, gasping for breath.

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I'd have thumped that Filix over the head and tied him up once I found the wreck and knew there was something that ate magic about.

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"It ate my spell -" Filix began, but Skan interrupted him, waving the teleson he'd been carrying around his neck.

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He had been about to say just that when Filix had lobbed the first one.

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Skan did not intend to volunteer, but Filix seemed so eager to make up for the mistake that cost them all their magic, that it looked as if the younger mage had beaten the gryphon to volunteering.

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"The only difference is that this time, Filix didn't overextend himself, he was drained to nothing by means of the spell he cast," Drake continued.

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A dark shadow in the fog glowed suddenly - Amberdrake got an odd, unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach-and Filix and Skan cursed together with heartfelt fluency.

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The mage Filix thought he'd gotten everything through clearly, but without local mage-energy to draw on, he couldn't be certain that all the details had made it over.

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