"You're probably right, unfortunately.  Your superiors seem to know me rather well...do you hear that?"   Wil looked up, and swore loudly when he saw what was really going on.  The combat drones were armed with fairly large railguns and the spikes they were firing could do serious damage to him if they hit solidly, and would kill Greggory outright.  The only good side was that they would need several seconds to recharge the capacitors for another shot, and the way they were mounted meant the drones could only fire at something directly in front of them.  He blurred into motion again, deflecting one of the spikes and diving toward Greggory, three more shots impacting the wall just above him.  He wouldn't be able to fight them and protect Greggory at the same time, not against these numbers, so the only option remaining was to get Greggory out as fast as possible.<br/><br/>Wil hit Greggory at almost full speed, and grabbing him in a tight bear hug, snapped his wings and launched them both into the air.  Although his weight wasn't an issue, Wil knew that the added size would mean a larger target, and he wouldn't be able to maneuver as well, but it was still the fastest way out.  Swooping over the first group of drones, Wil checked to make sure Greggory's head wasn't in the way and inhaled deeply.  When he exhaled, instead of the stereotypical fire a crackling stream of electricity poured forth, arcing from one drone to the next, frying their internal components.  There are more than one type of dragon in the multiverse, and where he came from, the color of your scales determined more than just what people called you; bronze dragons had an affinity for storms, electricity, and the ocean.<br/><br/>Gaining height, he looked down and realized there was only one way that they would get out of this in one piece.  Looking at Greggory Wil asked, his voice deadly serious, "Do you trust me?"