Okay who were these people and what were they doing not running away.

Great merciful Sharmoi's tail in the sky, did that one have fire? And a sword? Did that other one just punch the dragon's knee out? Whatever. Temporary allies were still allies.

Zale kicked himself back onto his feet and dashed back in, leap frogging over the redhead's shoulders to spring onto Roman's with his feet. He leapt from there to get onto the dragon's skull before it lifted its head, then surfed his way down the neck to strike into its wing joint. The wing fell slack, and Zale grinned toward the one-eyed spellsword. "You're welc-- oooh."

He'd forgotten about the ice breath.