The moon shone brightly covering everything in a cool, pale silver shadow. Light winds blew the sand in the air, but other than the wind and it's soft whispering sounds, it was eerily silent. A small blinking light travelling through the air. It's speed was tremendous, faster than anything that might be considered to have flown by a non-observers eye. The light started to glow subtly red and fire started to spread from where it came from. The fire spread down the entire length of it's body, only stopping just before reaching it's end. With the fire still gushing now from the re-opened hole, the flaming dragon came to a sudden halt. It seemed to be searching for something, though what that something was, the observer would not discover.
Though it was not a bird of prey, and despite the fact it was from another world, it had a hunch. This hunch, however, was correct, for within the next few moments, the dragon was met by at least a dozen of them. They had a clear advantage, for they were 'birds of prey', and the dragon was not. They were birds of prey, but they were only mere crows. It was the equivalent of an elephant being attacked by mere ants. Despite this, the one single flaming jet-black tipped 'dragon' was trying to make up for the number difference, however slightly. The crows did not even try to avoid the attacks, they just used their greater numbers to overcome the dragon and overwhelm it. Perhaps destroying it entirely. The dragon was left bruised, confused and almost on fire at points, but the one thing it didn't do, was give up. It wasn't aiming to kill, or even severely injure. It was just trying to defend itself. At this point, the number of crows had only increased. The remaining crows had now all flown down to back up the 'those it had been trying to rescue'. They were not doing so in their large, brightly glowing, glowing hybrid winged form, but rather rather in the acting form of a small animal. A small and weak animal, that was being attacked probably by the same people who had just arrived.
The 'crows', meanwhile, were also humming, it was known as a 'war-cry', and they gave it a good go. It was a rather terrible war-cry, though it had been said to be effective at rallying troops. However, it was not one that so would be effective in a battle between people. It was almost a very rhythmic and infectious tune, but the tune had not been commonly heard. At least not in recent times. Still, the dragons knew what it was, and didn't like it. An eerie frowning expression spread on it's face as some of the 'crows' continued to fight it. The other ones, meanwhile, surrounded 'her'. The single female that they had been trying to rescue. It could see that there was no way she would be able to get out of the situation by herself. She was basically cut off from being able to reach the others, and she could probably be still cut off even if she got past the others. The female dragon just watched with an ever growing frown on her face. She had no idea what she was supposed to do, so she watched everything going on with a growing vexation.
The crow group continued to attack the unconscious woman, but it had been unusual so far. The 'male' part of the group had learned very quickly that it was not to be part of this group if it did not wish to be killed. It had actually been something it had been told by it's friends. So, since it thought that it could be a part of this group, it didn't attack. It just acted as a support, only watchfully supporting it's companions. Of course, that support was in the form of humming their 'war-cries'. This was because the true singing ability of this group was not to be trusted. They were just very loud and annoying humming buzzes, being produced by the small group of friendly crows. In return, they were told not to attack, so they complied. Mostly. Of course, none of the 'crows' were as large as dragons, though they were large enough so that they could not be easily killed. The one that was the largest would immediately attack any enemy, which might range from a scorpion to a large dragon. However, with it now knowing that it's death would be wished upon it if it tried to attack, it knew that it could wonder the skies without fear of being attacked. The humming 'crows' continued with their 'war-cries', only unaware that their 'enemy' being attacked was actually a friend of theirs. One of the 'war-cries' was in the form of a rasped, 'chee-wow'. It was probably the friendliest call that could be imagined, not really in the same way as their other so called, 'war-cry'. That was in the form of a very high pitched rasping noise, basically the worst of the worst. It was basically the sound of a hyena. Of course, this one was no hyena. Frogg, who stood beside the smaller female dragon, was the best they had so far.