Detrick watched as Cecilia pushed against the earth, sending herself up into the sky. Her green dust trailing behind her.

How much of that dust can she use? Detrick asked himself.

He swung the tip of the sword towards the nearest dive-bombing dragon, flinging the flame whip at it. The tip caught the dragon in the wing, slicing through a portion of the membrane.

The dragon squealed, but managed to bank in the air, safely getting out of the way of ...