The sudden heat let the corroded and frozen exoskeleton of the skeeter Princess expand rapidly. There were thunderous cracks as the armor split in several places before it simple erupted in shrapnel. With her armor sundered, many pieces severing her wings she was defeated. She maintained her floating air for just a moment, almost suspended in pure disbelief before she could no longer maintain her weight. She let out the most shrill and high pitched death screech. As she started to fall, she saw the crimson creature responsible for her death and with her dying breath, spit a yellow gloop at the exhausted woman, hitting her square in the stomach. The blow caused no damage, but stunk to high hell. 

And then the princess fell.

Tam was already in a deep dive, eyes on where he'd meet Galceledes. It was so close to the ground. Rotmek knew this. He shouted over the roaring winds, [color=fff200][i][b]"Be well friend."[/b][/i][/color] He loosened his hooks and let the wind catch him, throwing him from the dragon's back. Once he was free of the momentum and in his own free fall, he opened his rucksack, and a parachute opened up. Letting him drift about lazily, as he watched his golden friend in a suicidal dive.

Tam crashed into Galc's unconscious form hard, throwing them into a tumble, shifting the momentum from downward to outward. Tam scrambled, trying to find purchase on the blue, before managing to dig in his claws and tuck in his wings, bracing for what came next. They hit soft plains soil hard, with a sickening thud and bounce, skipping like a stone, rolling and tumbling over the ground. At some point Tam lost his grip and Galc flew loose from him. When they finally stopped, there were deep grooves in the ground from their landings, and neither of them seemed to be moving.

The other dragons expected the skeeters that had hung around the princess to go after the defenseless dragons, but they had all turned to face another direction. Drache. The scent she'd been marked with sent them into a frenzy, to avenge their fallen princess. They would all stop at nothing to kill the marked one, not worried about anything else at this point. And it wouldn't be long until the skeeters in the village would smell her too.

The screeches synced up, with a single purpose. And then they all started their diving attack toward the tired dragoness.