*he immediate sweeps your legs out from under you, immediately tripping you and putting you back on the ground. As for his rifle, it is still in his possession, and still pointed at the dragon, though you are now at knife point.*
*Suddenly another small craft flew over head, nearly hitting a flying dragon. The sound of its engine made everyone look up. Its top side appeared to be orange, its wings are almost indistinguishable from the main body. Its cockpit was encased in what looked like red glass. It looked like it was just patrolling… though something wasn’t right. It began to accelerate rapidly, and was gone as fast as it had appeared.*
???: … *they lowered their rifle and carefully walked back into the open cockpit, making sure to keep an eye on both you and the icewing*