John nodded as Tyrian gave him his orders. Distract the dragon but keep her on the ground. Easy enough. He whipped out a birdarang and threw it at the dragon's calf. 

"Hey! Feraliss! Over here!" John shouted, waving his arms over his head in an attempt to get the shapeshifter's attention. He felt for the girl. He knew what it was like to watch your parents get murdered. And the pain never truly went away. You're always left with just a tiny bit of despair that is sometimes so minuscule that you don't even notice it. And sometimes it's like a raging giant, eating at your heart. He hoped Tyrian would be able to calm her down.