Rhyderi: *yelps loudly as a gust of wind from behind knocks him off his feet – his Bronze Drake promptly flees at the sight of the bigger dragon, dissapearing into the abyss of time. Rhyderi stumbles a moment, then yanks out his shield and sword, promptly running towards the dragon* Everybody get back! *growls at the dragon* What do you want from us, scale-head!? Come on, come at me! *bangs his chest-plate with the butt of his sword*
Kalysto: *stares at the dragon and cringes* Not good… not good, not good…