"Then we will defend you with our lives, Father," Destroyer promised, clenching her spear tighter.
After this, all conversations were over, because we were flying toward the cover, while five more dragons dove at us at once!
Spitting fire blindly became useless, so I ordered the soldiers to save their remaining fuel.
'Aim for their eyes or mouth, try to dodge otherwise! The dragons can't hover on one spot!' I messaged.
An instant later, the first dragon dove into the thick of my soldiers, trying to grab as many of them at once with its maw as it could—like a shark swimming through a school of fish.
There were screams, some of which cut off too quickly, but then a splash of fire. The dragon was the next one to cry out and plummet to the ground with a burning eye.
But it wrecked enough havoc already just by flapping its wings and throwing our ranks in all directions. And it was just one dragon out of five.
