Oh, I've heard that before. [A smug smirk as he pauses, now floating above the boy and his dragons to look down on them, watching with amusement.] So predictable, no matter where you're from.
[And then, with a tilt of his head, two more black cyclones of magic appear over his shoulders. The corners of his mouth pull tight in a sinister smile, and then they're off, aiming for the base of the dragon's necks.]