The dragons had mostly been flying in no particular formation, zipping back and forth in graceful but aggressive arcs as they dog-fighted with the Skeeters. But they were not just dumb flying lizards and quickly caught on that something was happening. Galceledas wasn't terribly bright, nor was he the greatest aerobat, but he was as blood-thirsty as they came and mean as hell, and relished the idea that he would have a part to play in this that he could boast about later. He didn't manage to cover the entire creature in clinging sheets of ice and that was disappointing, but a moment later he cringed hard at the high-frequency blast that seemed to rattle his brain. And then he felt nothing at all.

Mojavico banked far across the plains from the flying Princess, banking around to come at the thing head-on. He could feel the weight of the half-dragon clinging to his tail and hoped she was ready for whatever crazy bullshit she was planning. His ray-like wings undulated quickly as the copper dragon aimed directly for the massive creature's head. When he judged that he was close enough, be banked again, cutting so hard to the side that he heard his spine creak and felt his wings falter. But that wasn't important. He slung his backside around and whipped his tail as hard as he could, using momentum and strength both to sling the fireball dragonkin towards the enemy. Only when he saw her red figure diminishing rapidly did he notice the [i]Xarzi[/i]'s form free-falling towards the ground. Mojavico roared in alarm, but knew he was much too far away to help his fellow [i]Harrok[/i].

Nothing could have prepared Drachiathoryx for the sheer amount of speed she picked up after letting go of Mojavico's tail. She was sure she'd ripped a few of his scales out in the process and he would most certainly sulk at her about that later. But for now she was soaring through the sky like a meteor, her wings locked only partly open to keep her righted. The abyss-cursed monster was directly ahead and it suddenly seemed very large and dangerous. But she'd seen both large and dangerous before.

[color=ed1c24]"Perhaps this was a bad idea,"[/color] she hissed.

[color=f26522]"Oh? A little late for second thoughts, isn't it?"[/color]

[color=ed1c24]"Just shut up and get ready."[/color] 

She couldn't see Cinder at the moment but knew that he had emerged from the glossy black orb, a vague humanoid shape forming until he became a small biped made out of fire. He clung to her back and watched over her shoulder, his coal-black eyes round with interest.

Drache's clawed hands were down beside her thighs to help streamline her shape in the air, but as she summoned forth the power deep inside she opened her hands and let her claws cut into the cool sky. It was like running her hands through water or the purest silk. One moment the air was just air, but then suddenly she could control it. With a booming whoosh a column opened around her. She couldn't truly tell if it was pulling or propelling her forwards, but in truth it mattered little. She was going fast, faster. The eel-monster couldn't have turned out of the way if it wanted to. A white tail formed behind her.

The column of wind was a tunnel. Drache aimed for a spot just above the creature's head to pass over its serpentine, undulating, ice-crusted body. She took a deep breath and felt her chest surge with heat. A hot glow gleamed through the pattern of scales on her neck and arms. With a roar, she unleashed a fire-breath of her own, painting the monster with hot orange flame.

Her tiny companion fueled the inferno, lending his pure elemental power to hers, shaping it for her as she concentrated on controlling their wild flight. 

[b]Kra-KOOM! Ba-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-BOOM![/b] Fire erupted down the length of the terrible beast in white-hot explosions, the heat trapped close by the arcane wind tunnel. Once she was over clear sky Drache extinguished the spell and immediately felt exhausted. She tried to turn to see if her work had accomplished anything, fighting her leaden wings, forgetting that the sky was still full of the smaller Skeeters.