Licking her fangs like a predator who had its prey in sight, Chrysalis looked back to the dragons and shouted "Now my 'loves', MARCH!" Needing no more encouragement than that, the dragons all turned away from Chrysalis, facing the direction opposite of the hive, and began to push forward. The chains quickly went taut, keeping the dragons from moving initially, letting them struggle against the wasteland's terrain, their scaly forms making no ground.