Drake and Terix devised a plan and were ready to make it happen. The storm raged on without a foreseeable end, all the while the Poison Dragon poured liquid from his tail's bladder over the green puddle, making a path for Drake to reach Zeir. The latter still stood motionless, his bronze eyes empty.
The Fire Dragon's defense was better than Terix's. Therefore, the first went straight over the hardened material, and the latter took a detour to approach the target from behind straight through the poison since he was immune to it. They both moved lightly as if trying not to wake the sleeping beast.
Keeping a close eye on Zeir, Drake walked over the green path. The plan was simple and pretty straightforward. He would make sure that the War Wolf Dragon didn't move, as Terix would use his poisoned scales to put him to sleep.
Drake is in bad shape... Imagining him like that gave me shivers.