Reaper fled to the open sky. He looked over his shoulder and saw the gargoyle army in hot pursuit. He cursed his dumb luck and his over confidence. He growled and put all his energy into keeping their head start that he'd achieved with his expedient exit. He did however divert his focus to work on the bounds that were upon Nidhogg's small form. He spewed his acid breath upon the foreign objects. As the fell away, he'd catch them and throw the debris at their pursuers. He frantically thought of a safe place. He couldn't lead this hoard of stone back to his beloved Slygotha and wyrmlings in the swamp. He had to find a place where he could make a stand. Somewhere where Nidhogg would be safe from them if he should succumb in his efforts. But where? He roared as an arrow tore through the webbing of his outer wing. He thrashed his tail wildly and felt satisfaction when it made contact with the offending gargoyle.
The jolt in flight brought Nidhogg all the way awake. She groaned, aching all over. It felt warm, comfortable, and smelled like home. She realized she was being carried. Something was wrong with how they were moving, but her inexperience couldn't tell her what.
"Daddy..." She whispered, as her eyes started to focus.