Cyrus and Atticus were about to discuss Wiflor trying to say her name without being triggered when they were suddenly dragged away by Wiflor. Just as they were about to question what the hell prompted her to do that, they looked back to find the area around where they were was scorched. They looked up to see the Dragonling. It was small for a dragon, about the size of a large dog. It had no wings, but it had easily identifiable spurs where wings would grow later in its life.<br/><br/>It would let out a small screech, identifying Wiflor and company as a threat. It fell from the ceiling, turning around in midair and landing upright. It moved with unnatural agility, swiping its claws at Cyrus, who lunged backwards in a feeble attempt to dodge. Its claws ripped through Cyrus's cloak and armor easily, giving him a decent gash or three across his chest. Cyrus cried out in pain as Atticus held his staff at the ready and began to mumble an incantation.