Shade came through the clouds at an angle that left no room for misunderstanding what was happening.
The dragon was not gliding. It was descending with intention, black scales catching the firelight from the burning harbor buildings below, the violet rim of those eyes visible even from the street level where the fighting was still grinding forward in the narrow lanes between Harrowfield's stone buildings. Someone in the square saw it coming and pointed, and for one suspended moment both sides of the battle looked up.
Arthur's soldiers broke first.
