Closer and closer, they hauled her like a bucking horse toward the open cell door.

The two waiting guards sniggered,

eyes on the flap of the robe that fell open as she kicked,

revealing her thighs, her stomach, everything to them.

The young girl sobbed, even as she knew the tears would do her no good. T

They just laughed, devouring her with their eyes-

A hand with glittering iron nails shoved through the throat of one of them, puncturing it wholly.

The guards froze, the one at the door whirling at the spray of blood-

He screamed as his eyes were slashed into ribbons by one hand,

his throat shredded by another.

Both guards collapsed to the ground,

revealing Manon Blackbeak standing behind them.

Blood ran down her hands, her forearms.

And Manon's golden eyes glowed as if they were living embers as she looked at the two guards gripping the girl.

As she beheld the disheveled robe.
They released the little girl to grab their weapons, and she sagged to the floor.
Manon snarled, "You're already dead men."
And then she moved.

If Manon didn't bring them down,
then the vicious swords of Asterin and Vesta got them.
If that didn't stop them, the six in the middle were a
guaranteed death trap.
Most wouldn't even make it to the Shadows and Lin,
who would be fixing their keen eyes on their surroundings. 
Or to Sorrel,guarding their rear.

One moment the keep was an echo of sneering guards at a helpless girl 
The next, it shuddered,shuddered as
They would take out the enemy forces one by one, 
with hands and feet and elbows where weapons would ordinarily do the job
Leaving the keep to burn in its fire of impurity and 

A wyvern flew
 A wyvern with shimmering wings.
And behind it,ascending into the fierce wind with wicked delight,
 Flew twelve others.
Together, the thirteen flew as one.