The dragon’s head emerged from the water in a roar, followed by a wing that clocked Handy across the skull and sent him careening backwards, over the lip of the pool and into the next one. The others, meanwhile, were having no easier time of it. Whirlwind fired a bolt of magic from his remaining antler, his broken one sparking dangerously all the while, into the pool, drawing an arc in the water and sending up a truly momentous torrent of steam that blinded the oncoming dragons, allowing him and Spike to dodge their swinging claws as they barreled through the wall of gushing steam.