Wind howled through the mountains as their horses slowly made their way through the windy peaks, assaulting their ears as the mountains bent it into a rending, screeching sound, in sharp contrast to the clear blue early-morning sky, the rocky ground crunching underneath their feet, but their moderate pace was interrupted by a startling sound, a horrifying noise of screeching and snarling. A beast stood on two legs, with four wings, looking like those of a dragonfly, with small scales across his body, a deep black and purple in color. He screeched again, his face a distorted mass. His mouth bulged, revealing fangs, and he stomped one foot, taking off to dive-bomb them, his skin glistening and hardening as Jordan fell back off his rearing horse, in a desperate attempt to escape. The old Guardian stepped forth, pulling out his bow, and fired a shot straight into its chest, but because of the distance it glanced off the hard scales. He nocked another arrow, waiting until it was closer, and fired again, this time murmuring something under his breath. Blue light flared, and the beast shrieked, the arrow soaring true and piercing its hide like butter.
"That's not good.  Our horses jumped off the cliff." He stared at the corpses down below, blood spattered beneath them like a beautiful crimson rose. "Guess we'll have to walk."

Jordan nodded, trembling. "W-what was that monster...? W-what did you do?" He asked, his voice shaking. 

"You don't even want to know. These monsters are things you could never so much as imagine. The Guardian sighed. "Let's go. No time to find new mounts, we need to leave, and fast."