She shrugged, or tried. Such motions were difficult even under what she estimated to be at least four Gs worth of constant acceleration. But a few of the dragons were keeping up. She couldn’t even guess how their bodies could sustain the force. Probably for the same reason they could take direct hits from tungsten rounds and keep moving. Each of them was about the same size as the Wing of Midnight itself. If they got close enough to grab on, they might crush it to pieces in an instant.