by Tom Bombadil » Fri Mar 01, 2013 10:11 am
The unicorn's magic has some effect, for the phantom draws back, covering its face with its cloak.
"Curse you," it hisses. "White magic! But soon it will be useless..."
Wolfheart rears to her full height. "I have no magic," she growls, "But i will not let you take them!" She turns back to the other horses and griffin, finally over her fear. "We have to fight them," is all she says.