The battle continued to rage above us. While Gathrin freed himself from the broken island's clutches, Jasrin stalked the dragon in a game of cat and mouse. His arrows successfully struck the incorporeal dragon, but lacked the raw power and flashy explosions as before. They seemed more like bee stings, doing little more than enraging the already furious dragon.
After several close calls, Jasrin stopped shooting and focused entirely on evading. It had always been a mystery on how the remnants' movement worked. They just seemed to drift aimlessly, like a cloud on a breezy day.
If that were so, then right now, Jasrin was a hurricane. He flew around like a hummingbird, flipping and gliding on breezes only he could see. The dragon's attacks filled regions bigger than castle walls, but they were always a touch behind. No matter how quickly or fiercely it struck, the ranger was a step ahead.
