Isolde's dragons were receiving the full brunt of the attack. Stones were being hurled at them nonstop.
Some had fallen, yet kept blowing flames as they took to the skies once more. Isolde gritted her teeth, controlling her spear to shatter the stones, but she couldn't get all of them.
'Don't tell me that blow took Godfrey out?! This isn't looking good at all!' Isaac thought, but had already set his mind on helping Isolde.
Her dragons were victims of the stampede when they fell and needed the help of others to keep the stags away for the others to fly.
While Isaac prepared himself, three dragons came up to Isolde's side, acting as support for Aion, who had endured several blows.
Their flames swallowed the earth below, engulfing stags that still ran while burning. It was chaotic everywhere.
Suddenly, a familiar sound rang out. The sound of stones being hurled. It sounded like bombs due to the sheer speed of the flying rocks.
