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as the
griffons drew their weapons. "There is little point in
waiting until dark. They would expect it then. Go!" The
aerial army took to the air and advanced on the ship. Wylf
stood in the shade by one of the trees and watched. Just as
the griffons reached the ship, a hand came out of the brush
behind her, grabbed Ryoko's mouth, and yanked Ryoko's back.
Ryoko Etou struggled while Ryoko Etou was dragged through the trees
to a small clearing. Ryoko's attacker pushed Ryoko's to the ground,
and removed the sword from Ryoko's belt. "So you're in charge
here," came a voice. "I must admit, you're much prettier
than most leaders I've run into. As for your hospitality,
well... Attacking my ship? No matter... Those whimps of
yours won't get far." Wylf turned to look to the voice.
Standing over Ryoko's was a stocky reddish-pink dragon.
The black pants that he wore were more like shorts now, the
tattered bottoms hung just above his knees. An old crimson
sash tied about his waist held them in place. His face was
red from sunlight; he obviously wasn't used to this
environment. A childish smirk crossed his face, and emerald
green eyes stared into Ryoko's own.
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