"Zion, I sure hope that you know what you're doing because I don't want to believe that you don't," Adira said as the seven-year-old unlocked the steel cage, allowing the Warsor Black Hound to exit the cage and run alongside the First Wagon.
"Help me ride the Warsor Black Hound, Lady Adira," Thirteen said. "I will handle the rest. You and the rest escape."
"Fool, do you think I'll leave you alone?" Adira snorted. "Cristopher, you and the others head back to Gronar City, we will meet you guys as soon as we can!"
After saying those words, the Drow jumped off the First Wagon, carrying the seven-year-old over her shoulder like a sack of rice.
She then landed deftly at the back of the Warsor Black Hound and summoned several shadows to bind her, and Zion firmly to its back, preventing themselves from falling off.
"What's the plan?" Adira asked.
"We will run toward the Hyenas," Thirteen replied. "Then we will act as bait to divert their attention."