After the explosive arrival, Thrinax seemed to be almost leisurely as his head drifted skywards to regard the odd sight of the witch's apprentice and her passenger… although the brief snort of red-white flame showed that even that small interest was a hazard that would kill anyone not prepared to mvoe.

But with most of the knights scurrying for cover, there was a dearth of available targets for the massive figure to address. Except for one: Fanilly, [i]not[/i] pulled into the same attempts at stealth as… well, just about everyone else. Fortunately, the dragon's approach was obvious, his pace slow.

And then he pounced, and suddenly there was no space between them, and a claw slashing down.