The dragons witnessed first hand of the devouring of the witch, and took it as the signal. "Ditan, whenever your ready." He nodded, raised his spear, leveled his arm with the dragons chest, concentrating on his target. He pulled his arm back with all of his might, leaping forward and tossing the spear through the air, emitting his loud roar as he released. The spear twisted through the air, reflecting the sunlight as it spun and catching the attention of all. Both dragon watched to see if it would make it, hoping that this day would get better by any chance. As the weapon neared the dragons chest, all in the hole waited for the moment of impact, waiting for the return of Ryan, Zearo, and Ina. The weapon reached the chest with unbearing accuracy, piercing the scales of the tough dragon, easily sliding within the flesh and reaching the target. Blood spouted out onto the wooden handle as it entered the dragon's organs. Now all that waits is for Ina's lighting.