"Oh... EverGod, have mercy." Were the first whispered words to leave Eòghan's lips as the winged beasts steadily approached the group. While he liked to try and entertain all possible foes and troubles in his future simply for planning's sake, dragons had not been high on that list. Eòghan didn't like dragons. They had a tendency to set things on fire, and the last he checked, he certainly wasn't fire resistant.

"Mallow." His tone was short as he got to his feet; pipe and travelling cloak now discarded next to his bag. "Get them to the ground if you can; I'll find a good spot for jumping." After the amount of time the two had spent together, Eòghan knew he wouldn't have to explain anymore to his Skayleigh companion. At that, he made his way towards the mountains fringing the edge of the cairn; moving fast and silent, his footfalls barely making a sound as he shot past the others in the camp, everyone scrambling for their weapons. Running would do no good for the people here. There was no shelter to run to, and the dragons could easily catch up to anyone foolish enough to flee. Particularly the Dwarves with their stubby legs... which meant they would have to fight. At least long enough to convince the beasts that they were not going to make for an easy lunch, and scare them away with tails tucked between their legs. As for the best way for Eòghan to fight? Against beasts like this, even stealth provided plenty of advantage. If he could get higher than one of them, unnoticed, then the rogue could be untouched by fire as he made his own attack. Hopefully, anyway...

Reaching a jagged precipice sticking out from the left side of the mountain ranges, Eòghan knelt close the rock face, one hand gripping tightly and the other holding his sword. All that could be seen of his face now was a small strip of pale skin, the rest hidden beneath his hood and cowl, and his piercing blue eyes, narrowed in concentration as the dragons grew closer. Hopefully the mountain would provide enough cover - and those below enough distraction - for him to be able to land on one of the monsters. If he could get a decent enough injury to the wing joint, it would go down. 

[i]"And me with it."[/i] He thought to himself grimly - not even considering the danger the second one could pose. All that mattered was that everyone came out of this safe... and after muttering a quiet prayer to the EverGod, Eòghan felt enough hope that this could be possible. The dragon's roared in the ever-closing distance, reverberating the rock the Kaelian stood on... but he did not balk, nor fear for his life. Fear of what may be would have to wait until after the battle.