Literature
WARBAND: Magus #1- ROC
I estimated that I had ten to twelve seconds to cross the distance between where I stood and the ridge, before the massive claws of the Roc that chased me speared into my spine. It was descending fast from out of the cloud cover, almost invisible against the dreary gray sky. If I hadn’t been out there actively looking for it in the first place, it likely would have swooped down and eaten me before I’d even seen it. It had a curved, razor beak to match the deadly talons, silvery and fast like lightning in a storm of feathers.
Twelve seconds. That was a bit on the generous side, since my pack and my chainmail weighed me do