Blizzard tried to help.

Lightning yowled, “Retreat!” The Skywings stopped fighting. “Blizzard, what are you doing? You’re helping the enemy?” Blizzard glared at the dragon. “I just remembered, you aren’t the boss of me,” he hissed.

Dagger wondered if any of her other dragon forms could help heal the wound. She turned into a SilkWing and made silk cover the wound.

“You manipulated me into helping you, but I realized and remembered,” he hissed. “I was a prisoner of you because I am a Icewing-Seawing-Sandwing. But you saw the potential in me, so you hired me to kill others. I realized what I have done is wrong.”

He stabbed his Sandwing barb into Lightning’s heart.

Dagger watched. Her Hivewing tail twitched. She wanted to spray some dragon with acid so badly right now.

Lightning screamed, then fell to the ground, crumpled, dead.

The Skywings shot one look at their leader and flew away.

Dagger looked at the other Skywings. Some had fled, some had stayed. The ones who stayed watched as their leader died. One roared at Blizzard. "Traitor!" He prepared to leap at him but Dagger jumped in the way.

(One Skywing stayed.)