While Rhys worked one end, Nadir came up with his sword already blazing red and orange, doding its tail to climb its hindquarters, digging the blade into the creaking joint. He'd just set a box down next to Ezra, who'd been standing there ready to open it and put out the food inside, when the strike of lightning pulled both of their attention to the center of the room.

"...Kharveryos?? Are you fucking-"

"You know that thing?" Nadir said, incredulous, but didn't wait for the answer. Under the table his sword lay inconspicuous under Ezra's jacket, and he pulled it out of the scabbard, tossing it aside. "Out. Get out."

"Is that Rhys?"

Nadir swore loudly, hearing only Ezra's "use fire!" as he cleared the table and ran into the fray. He caught sight, before he passed out of his line of vision, the rogue on the dragon's head, and the familiar shock of red hair to the front of the beast. An arrow was shot at it, though he didn't keep looking to see if it hit.

The dragon wasn't happy to have so many different points being attacked. Nadir nearly lost his grip to a wing batting at him, keeping back a wave of nausea at the stench of the thing. He yanked the sword out and jumped back onto the ground, rolling out of the way just as a stream of ice breath followed his descent.