Dragons walk slowly following Lance. Their feet are heavy and slow, even when they move fast through the air. Their talons scrape on the ground and their wings beat hard enough that a gust of wind pushes through Lance's armor and knocks him backwards.
He holds up his shield just in time to protect his head from flying debris. The dragons roar at him again in warning before diving down towards where he was fighting off an invading dragon pack. One of them grabs a large piece of metal, which looks like it has been thrown out of the sky. He turns back toward Lance who is now on foot.
"Go get some dragons. I can take care of the rest! " He shouts and gestures to the dragons behind him with his sword. He's already turned and taken several steps towards the dragons before Lance can give another reply. Lance frowns at the ground where they had landed moments before.
