Battling in the Air: Ashton, Ambriel and OPEN to other fliers
Ashton spotted the bright spot that was Ambriel and he grinned a toothy grin. Good. Ambriel was quick and agile in the air and together they would make an aerial bombardment to scatter these foes. He roared again and swooped down, skimming the tips of the trees so close that they scratched against the hard scales of his belly as he passed. Drawing in a deep breath to call another powerful furnace of dragonfire, Ashton felt something collide with his side.
It was enough for him to unbalance and backpedal with his wings, dropping altitude. The Otherworlders crowed in delight as the dragon crashed into the trees. Trunks bent and broke and then caught his fall. Ashton roared his outrage and twisted around, four legs spread with talons digging deep and spines out. His tail, like a club, slammed into a group that came at him, impaling them with the spikes. He flapped his wings to lift off again, but the large one, the creature that was as large as a van, slammed into him again and wrapped its scaled arms around Ashton's neck, dragging him down once more.
Celebrimbor was wrestled onto his side, feet kicking with claws tearing into flesh while his neck curved down and he fastened his teeth into the shoulder of the beast, digging into bone.
Though he killed it, Ashton was being quickly overcome by waves of smaller creatures. They climbed onto his great form, cut into his thin leathery wing membranes, and used their weapons to try and find the soft places on his scales to tear into his flesh.