Just as he was seeking a chance to make his retreat the Thread thinned, and was finally burned away to nothing. Rumbling deep in his chest Brumath banked away from the wing without waiting for leave to do so order further instructions; he had said he was pulling out and he stood by that regardless of their victory.
Smiling weakly behind his mask F'itz lent forward over his dragon's neck, resting his brow against the smooth hide.
Far more. He simply didn't recover health or fitness as swiftly as he had in his younger years.
Brumath rumbled as he spiralled towards the ground.
F'itz agreed,