A couple of the minion drakes came to obstruct Warden in his actions. They were fast, and fiery with their sharp claws and maws. He put his best defence to deal with them as fast as he could.
A dozen Lesser Drakes were remaining, and with the matriarch's call, most of them focused on Warden. Even the ones that had been hindering the healer's work shot back to protect their mother. Warden had killed eight of them, while Jason might not even make it to half that number yet.
It did not mean Jason was inept; his class simply was not efficient in killing, as its function seemed to revolve around protection. He was your typical knight in shining armour, though he had a broke-ass ragtag for now.
