The last, another red one with orange spines and a severe underbite landed not far off, yelling about the Drake. Handy was outnumbered, outgunned, and out of options. All he had left was this dragon’s life in his hands. They had Whirlwind’s. He was about to speak when a force gripped him bodily and tore him free from the golden brown dragon’s back. He felt himself plunge into the water and held there with powerful claws. He thrashed in the water in shock, screaming and losing air, he could not make out any of the shapes above him as he struggled uselessly in the water.