Book Two: Chapter 95

As if her tail had caught on fire, Zel bolted up the hill so fast that Mike nearly fell off. Ratu squeezed tightly to his neck, and he had to slap her a few times to get her to loosen. He held on to her now with both hands, the trail was so steep that he wished she had a proper saddle.

There was a loud boom behind them. He looked over his shoulder to see a dark cloud of smoke swirling around the centaurs, engulfing them completely. They vanished, the cloud catching up to the guard who pursued them and nearly making it to Zel’s feet.

A breeze from the mountain caught the smoke and dispersed it downhill. As the smoke dispersed, he could make out silver and pink sparkling motes that drifted across the centaurs. Those who were still far enough away ran from the cloud as their brethren fell down, clutching their chests.

“Is that what I think it is?”

Zel laughed, then found a flat area to turn around.

“The difficulty was creating a dispersion method that woul