A'drew raises his arm signaling to the wings under his command to look at him. Then he lets his arm drop as Zeranth takes flight signaling for each wing to take flight. "Ok folks, for soem of you this is your first fight against thread. If you get scored, go between for a second. it will freeze the thread and it will break away. Then come back to the fight. Remember at all times that your dragons take their location from you... their riders, so keep a cool head at all time." He then talks to the dragons with the ability only known to him.<br/><br/>"All of you trust in your riders and they will trust in you. Keep each other safe."  Finally he looks back at the queens wing shining in the sun. He wonders how many riders the weyr will lose to this fight. "By the first egg, let them all come home."  He prays silently as he signals the go between for his wing as he fixes their destination in his mind. The bitter cold is like a slap in the face, then they are back out in air. He quickly gets a bearing on his situation and Zeranth wheels as a large clump of thread nearly hits them. His blood pounds in his veins as Zeranth follows the clump down burning it to ash.