[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
[hr][@Octo][hr]

[color=#008b8b]"Do you [i]always[/i] badmouth every last thing that doesn't fit your exact expectations?"[/color]

It almost seemed like she did. It must be a sad life, but he didn't have the time to really dig into it; indeed, as she had asked, it was time for him to come up with a 'stupid' plan to try and see things through. Neverminding that it couldn't be stupid if it worked—something she'd no doubt say about her [i]own[/i] plans if the situation were reversed.

At least they were getting better at communicating with each other, not just fighting. [color=#008b8b]"Aye, if you can save your coping for after we're done!"[/color] he confirmed. Luckily, even in the darkness, Thrinax's scales caught the starlight and whatever other illumination there was and reflected it nicely enough that he remained well visible. Even when the light was blocked, the mass was unmistakable. It would make Gertrude's piloting easier, certainly, something he'd be relying on.

[color=#008b8b]"The others are going to be aiming for his eyes, undoubtedly. We'll want to be careful around the head if we want to avoid friendly fire, not to mention his own. See if you can make some passes at his wings, close enough I can stab down at them—and if he rears his head up high enough, take us in for his neck. I leave it to you to keep us from getting skewered by a knife or a crossbow bolt."[/color]

Whether Gertrude said anything in the affirmative or not, Fionn couldn't hear it over the sudden rush of wind as the broom picked up speed, diving downwards and coming up along Thrinax's side rapidly. There was the unmistakable site of one of the knights below trying to climb up the dragon—something to keep in mind for a second pass—but he barely had a second to register that before his spoken target was nearly upon him.

Another breath, and he thrust hard downward, the tip of his weapon seeking the softer membrane of Thrinax's left wing—not just to puncture, but to let the broom carry them along and rend a gaping hole in the limb if they were successful.