"With Igfrid not here, that's minus one fighter. Luckily we've got enough destruction magic among us to make up a pretty awesome storm of attacks... Never fought a dragon before though - I don't know how effective it'll all be." Aria talked to the others calmly as she watched the two summoned creatures fly off toward Riverwood. The stream of flames being spread across the woodland would soon be directed randomly into the sky instead, the dragon's attempts to take it's new, winged rivals out of the air. "Oh well, I'm sure there are plenty other Daedric tricks up your sleeve if we need an extra blade..." the young Odd Jobs boss nodded and began to run to the city gates. The yellow-armoured man standing guard raised his hand and nabbed Aria by the collar before she could slip out the massive wooden doors. She had a look on her face like that of a child being told off, and began to slip the Akaviri weapon's sheath from her belt.

"No, no - there isn't just A dragon about, there are THREE dragons about. I have orders to not let anyone leave Whiterun until this crisis is averted. I'd ask you return to your-"

THWACK, and the not-so-sturdy guard fell off the entry bridge, splatting into the mud below. "Oops, he got taken out..." Aria neutrally fixed her sheathed sword back onto her belt, before once again making a break for it. Other guards would obviously inquire outside of the walls, but then they could just be tricked into the belief that "we're working for the Jarl!" ...You'd have to think on it. Was Aria suicidal, insanely brave, stupid, noble or all of those in some kind of twisted harmony? Whenever there was a fight, no matter how dangerous it was, it wouldn't be turned down by this kid.

"So, do we have any good ideas in the team, or should we just.. I'unno, murder the hell out of it?"

Cronic watched Aria as she knocked the Guard into the mud, facepalming at the sight.

"Textbook Aria, right there." Cronic said, as he folded his arms at the mention of any ideas.

"Priority one should be to lure the dragon away from Riverwood to reduce risk of civilian casualties. Priority two should be to find a battleground once we've got it's attention that offers some cover from the dragon's breath attacks. We take one of those dead on and we are cooked. Cronic said, looking at Aria, the gears turning in his head, his inner tactician kicking in.

"It's probable that we're going to need to try to ground the beast as well, and attack it from multiple sides once it's on the ground. Hope everyone has some form of ranged attack. Because until then, trying to hit a flying target with a sword is about as useful as jumping off the throat of the world."