“You can take the one next to me, Aunt Twilight.” Flurry Heart sat down, pulling the straps over her chest. Outside, the Wing of Midnight began to rumble and shake. “They’re breathing fire at us,” Forerunner called in English. Flurry could hear the rhythmic click of anti-aircraft fire from the ceiling, and she wondered which would die first. The side of an airship, or the dragons?