Flyer

Above the moss-y canopy of the Heath, a Flyer flaps ragged, patchwork wings—wood, cloth, bone—all stitched together in goblin cunning. They hitch themselves to larger Goblins with catapults strapped to their backs, launching bombs or calling chaos behind enemy lines. They are tiny, sharp, reckless—dropping payloads in surprise arcs, too fast to see coming, too light to care that the wind tears at their wings. When battle disperses, the Flyers vanish into treetops, leaving only the echo of kaboom and terrified screams.