Seeing the three dragons flying towards them send fear to the body of the Iron Talons. Without their Skreel and the riders they are no match for the dragons
The Iron Talons eyes shifted from Nymeria and Reynold to the three dragons, their hands frozen on their poisonous blade.
ROAAAR! ROAAAR! ROAAAR!
The mouths of the three dragons split open.
The black dragon was the first to opened his maws, and immediately a fast rushing stream of the traditional type of orange flame burn up the left side of the Iron Talons before they could even scream. In the same heartbeat, the dark red dragon released a plume of pale heated ice-fire that was like a paradoxical element that turned the Iron Talons soldiers into a breakable frozen statues before shattering them with the complete force of the blast.
