Ashton gave a snarl of enjoyment and engagement as he gave a mighty leap, lifting his much larger form off of the field with dirt spraying and deep claw gouge marks left in his place to go along with the rest of the ruined athletic field. His wide wingspan caught the air and he narrowed silver eyes at the angel who was ahead of him. They climbed together, Ashton's white teeth a snapping maw of death in Ambriel's wake.
On some level, Ashton's frame of mind saw the angel as prey. He had never caught a bird before, the things too fast and too smart to come near him usually, but he'd had bird meat in his human form and seeing the angel's white wings pulling him through the air did trigger the hunger in him to chase, catch, and eat. But he suppressed it. This was Ambriel, his fellow Hydra and teacher of Greek and many other interesting things.
Doubling his efforts, Ashton swept his wings out and caught an updraft, blasting past Ambriel and narrowly missing hitting the angel with his wing. Leveling out, high in the sky above the castle, the dragon arrowed towards the coast.