Blizzard knew he was the more powerful dragon here but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be put off balance by their coordinated attack. He lashed out, shooting hot plasma as he attempted to keep them off his hide but they had something more frustrating than fire (which his scales protected him against) in their bodies. One was about to spit and he prepared to spring when suddenly the acid must have trickled back down the glands since the changewings had all turned as one- drawn by the trick of Ava’s dagger. It held them fully.
They moved away from the clearing and into water. Blizzard smartly decided to remain upon the shore because he’d seen the damage of a sea shocker and did not want to be on the receiving in. While drawn by the resulting sight he still ran the moment he felt Ava’s weight on his back- propelled by the sound of her shout. They made it to the coast and he launched them into the sky, flying away from the island. Once they were far enough away he slowed his flight and was silent. That hadn’t gone as he had hoped but the last time he visited the changewings had never attacked- just… lingered.
He drifted towards a small rocky island void of more than a handful of trees and only a couple miles long. It was obvious as soon as they landed, however, that some of the boulders were something else entirely when several glanced their way- but the gronkles did no more than study them from a distance before one yawned and rolled onto its side- soaking in the last of the sun’s rays. The others seemed equally unconcerned to Blizzard laid down, deciding this was a good place to sleep.