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They beheaded him so swiftly it seemed like he hadn’t noticed a thing.

“How do we control this creature?” Nero yelled while grabbing the reins of the flying raptor.

In the end, directing the monster was a process similar to ‘steering a horse’. Nero commanded the creature, and Hadjar operated some kind of a huge, automatic crossbow. It had about a hundred short bolts in its ‘cassette’. By turning the wooden handle, Hadjar launched one dart after another.

Together, they flew over the battlefield, soaring through the sky. Every one of Hadjar's shots found its target. He was not a prodigy marksman, and indeed - he looked more like a drunken jester than a warrior with a bow in his hands. But with the help of the neural network, which told him when and how to shoot, he was a real sniper of the skies.

Each dart would send the other winged creatures crashing down.

“Great shot, Hadj!” Nero tried to shout out, despite the roaring wind.

The winged humanoid hadn’t had time to drop the barrel full
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