Shamash stared in shock as the iron giant fell beneath the cruel kiss of Tyr's mighty blade. Turn the dragon around? How did one tell a dragon what to do? There were more iron giants approaching them, monstrosities of alchemic origins that were neither man nor beast but some odd fusion of the two. Might of one and will of another. Shamash leaned forward, whispering in as soft a tone as the circumstances allowed. The dragon had rescued them after all. It wouldn't do to offend their rescuers by insisting on one course over another - the dragons would know the best course to Endya.
Of course.
"Excuse me," Shamash said quietly. "Do you think we could turn around? To take them head on?"
"Pull over now!" the dragon answered.
"But... no, I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Pull over immediately!"
It wasn't the dragon, then, but those iron monstrosities trying to trick him. Their voices were shrill and full of the heaviness that metal brought to tongues thicker than a man's torso. Shamash couldn't stand the thought of finding himself in their clutches. Any more than he could stand the thought of Ember, sweet fearsome Ember, falling into their grasp.
There to be ripped apart or fed to the Judges.
"Shamash!" Ember's powerful, rumbling voice reached him then.
"Ember! They tried to make me think it was you."
"I know, my darling! But if you use that wheel, I'll go where you lead me!"
"You mean... you would fight? For us?"
"For justice, my friend. For justice!"
A mighty grin appeared on Shamash's face - one hand on the wheel which Ember had indicated, the other clutching that bottle of Everclear as though it was his only defense against the wicked. Taking a heavy pull of the bottle as he spun the wheel, Shamash felt his body responding to the pull of gravity. Two of the iron monstrosities overshot them completely. The rest tried to turn, and were still trying even as Ember began to accelerate once more. Tyr stood tall and proud, sword flashing in the night sky as flames and roars burst out all around them.
"Now!" Shamash bellowed, followed by a war whoop and another drink of the bottle.