He backed up a bit as the Rainwing reared towards him, quickly grabbing a dart and rubbing it in a sedating poison. He angled the dart to throw, narrowing his eyes in concentration, when a powerful weight dropped on his shoulders. Stunned, Ocotillo crumpled towards the ground.
She continued towards the sound of dragons fighting, and the noises of snarling and yelping rang past her attentive ears. I’m close, Jasmine realized determinedly, and spotted a Sandwing grappling with a Rainwing. Swooping silently towards the pair, she crash-landed on top of the Sandwing.
“Oof,” Jasmine said as they collided.
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