One Down
The feathered wings closed in front of Zeir Druvan as if he embraced himself. Total silence except for the crackling and snapping caused by the storm. They all have learned to push those sounds in the background while focusing on their target.
Allowing the War Wolf Dragon to attack first might have been disastrous. The green tail, with its expanding bladder, lifted and pointed at their adversary. It fired its sticky liquid load in an effort to capture Zeir Druvan. He didn't budge an inch as the slimy stuff landed on his wings. It engulfed his feathers, tying them together.
When the material tightened, Terix said, "Now!" They all darted in three different directions, each as a distinct colored arrow. Green turned left, black went right, and grey surged forward. Taking advantage of the hardened substance and overrunning their opponent might allow them to win the war in seconds.