The Shrikes may be faster and harder hitting than the bombardiers, but they hardly compared to other foes he had faced, let alone other dragons. His sharp eyes easily picked out the Shrikes as they struck from a distance his large form far more nimble than one would think as he wove through the air, one of the psychic lances glancing off his side with a hiss of pain, the strike unable to penetrate his thick scales however as he retaliated with searing blasts of his breath weapon, the blasts capable of skewering multiple targets on a lucky hit.

Out of the corner of his eye he kept an eye on the progress of the two on the ground, they had a vehicle now? Interesting.