Azriel
Azriel had meant what he had said to Stephen the day before; he might be a bigger target sat on the back of a dragon but the creature underneath him could dish out more than enough damage without him doing anything at all. If anything, his job was just to make sure it didn't damage his own side.
His dragon was amazing, swooping down from higher up when necessary and he felt truly lucky to be doing this. And maybe a tiny bit sad that tomorrow or the day after, he wouldn't be doing this. Perhaps he needed to think more seriously about his career options but that was a debate for another date.
He was hit by something at some stage across his back, a Slashing hex of some kind considering the sudden pain and the blood he could feel, but Azriel didn't think it was serious and carried on until the end.