Azeron blinked as a growing consensus formed between the survivors that retreating was a wiser idea than fighting. The Altmer called him a moron for even considering it.<span style="color: Red">And you've an excellent plan for hiding from something that can fly do you?</span>He hissed.<br/><br/>It didn't matter, the Altmer raised her hands and the hiss and crackle of magical energies began forming about them and flame licked from between her fingers. The Dragon paused as she stood and released the fireball, sending hurtling into the archway the beast had landed before. The mortar between the stones, although normally strong enough to shrug such a blow off, had been weakened by the earth shattering landings of the Dragon. The blast struck and the Dragon looked just as the form began crumbling down.<br/><br/>It was nothing, Azeron thought madly as the arch collapsed. The Dragon didn't even move, it didn't even try to move. It didn't have to. All of those stones that would crush any man in Tamriel beneath them were nothing to the Dragon. It growled in anger - no, Azeron noted, not anger. It was frustration. It was only<i>frustrated</i>by having such a weight dropped upon it.<br/><br/>But as little as it was, it brokered a moment that the gathering seized. The remaining soldiers ran, as did the priestess of the divines who had managed hide herself. They all ran for a breach in the wall. Azeron found himself charging forward with them. What choice did he have? He could either die here standing before the legend made flesh, or die running through falling trees as it burned down the forest they fled into.<br/><br/>The priestess of the divines saw Mokaya bearing the child as she ran. The boy was terrified and screaming. By Mara's compassion, the priestess ran to take the child.<span style="color: RoyalBlue">The boy, give him to me quickly!</span>She shouted, outstretching her robed arms.<br/><br/>As they all neared the gap, a searingly hot explosion tore past their flank, engulfing their escape in flames. Azeron spun and saw the Dragon moving toward them, his obsidian black scales dusted grey from the stones that had fallen on him. The flames he engulfed the escape in would not hold upon the stone, but the monster could close the gap in time, or worse, engulf them in another torrent of flame. Azeron looked around, but they were exposed. The drive for the broken wall had drawn them from cover.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>