The group scatters, spreading out around the edge of the clearing, or inside the trees, preparing for the dragon. The moment is surprisingly quiet, as the group tenses, and waits... waits...<br/><br/>The only warning is a slight breeze, Sydon throwing himself out of the way an instant before the dragon appears - though he's not the target. Devaguea notices spellcasting above him - and unleashes his readied Dispel, and rips the spell apart, leaving the dragon hovering in midair, over the clearing. "Aren't you interesting?" she said, grinning down at them. "It's not many dragons who get a chance to feast on<em>two</em>of their glossy siblings!"