The arrival of reinforcements shifted the equation. The human was no longer facing an overwhelmingly superior force of organized dragons.
The Herald's mental voice cut across the secure command frequency with renewed authority, the tone of a predator who had suddenly found solid ground beneath his feet.
'Boreas. Coordinate the reinforcements with the northern units. Move them into tight defensive formations around the human's position. Do not engage until my command.'
Boreas, the fastest dragon in the vanguard, leaned forward with purpose now instead of desperation.
His muscles, which had been locked in tension, suddenly found direction and objective. He transmitted acknowledgment across the network and immediately began coordinating the integration of the arriving dragons.
'Nexia. You will lead the primary assault. Take the coordinated elements and press toward the human's position. Establish a perimeter. Drive him to ground if necessary.'
