The dragon's stared at the hunters, their razer sharp fangs showing as they growled at them. The humans before them had appeared before and killed one of their young that strayed from the flock. But today, they would be the ones to kill them. They are in their territory. It's only right that they do so.
Before they were given a chance to attack, grey smoke appeared and consumed both them and the hunters. The wyverns backed away, growling and clawing at the smoke as it crept further and further, surrounding them in a much deeper smoke than before.
They clicked their tongues, igniting their teeth and blew fireballs in random directions. Then, one by one, the wyverns were shot with arrows. They flapped their wings and took to the sky, flying above the smoke in order to get a better vantage point.
"Looks like they're smarter than we gave them credit for," said Callon. "Those with mana control arrows, focus on one wyvern. The rest of us will handle the other two."
