Following the other dragons was surprisingly easy for Incendia. It wasn't the first time he had experienced formation flying... back in his home on the Borderlands he would often tage along with the Griffons that would sometimes fly across the desert. He liked Griffons, they were fluffy... and they didn't hit him over the head with blunt objects like his sister did. He could talk to them all day if he wanted to, they were great listeners, plus the obvious bonus of giving him some flying practic-
'Wyrverns! Dead ahead!' He heard the cry, and without even thinking he shot out a bolt of white hot flame from his mouth. Whether an act of instinct, or purely by surprise... Incendia did not know. All he did know was that the poor creature who caught the blast in the face was melted away to bone almost instantly. The Wyrvern continued to head for him, and Incendia twisted in the air to dodge the flying body. The move sent him spiraling out of his position with the other dragons, and straight towards a building.
'Weeee!' He shouted, pulling his wings out and wide in order to gain height as the tip of a roof antenna missed him by an inch.
He rejoined the others in a lull in fighting. 'Woo, that was close. Kind of like this time I was trying to outrun this train... and I realised I could just walk off the track. I felt sooo silly. Is it getting wet, or is it just-'
He checked his right wings shoulder, which was bleeding from a deep cut. It seemed he hadn't missed the antenna as much as he had liked. 'Oh,' he said to himself. 'That's not good.'