A scream pierced the night air, but quickly faded.
Zachary smiled. “The game begins, Sister. The mawvre are awake.”
Cassandra nodded. “They are indeed, Brother.” She glanced skyward, her hands settling on her twin swords at her waist. “This will be a hunt long to remember.”
“Yes, I believe it will rival even Father’s stories, don’t you think?” He reached back and pulled his shortened spears from their harness and spun them, one in each hand.
“Yes, indeed. For once, he will have to give us our credit. Shall we begin?”
Zachary nodded, and as one, they leaped off the precipice.