Also, there was something about a pony shooting lightning, but he didn't know what that was about. He was a bit too concerned with the raging inferno below him and the gigantic pillar of smoke emerging from what was left of the arena and the burning tents and spectating towers around it. What was worse was that there were still griffons down there somewhere, mostly guards who got the stuffing knocked out of them and couldn't be rescued before the dragon started spouting more fire. He fumbled with his crossbow as the rain beat down, the weather teams pulling muscles trying to get more and more storm clouds into place to help fight the blaze. The dragon was still down there. They had stopped firing bolts down a while ago, so it was impossible to tell where exactly he was down there. Therefore, they had elected to wait until he moved as more and more griffons converged. Word was that the Ironcrest guard was being mobilized to help get the panicking crowds under control. They'd need the extra wingpower.