Mia screamed.
The dragon that held her uncle paid her no heed, even as she lunged out of her father's arms and tried to grab Trace's legs as they dangled in the sky.
Her reach was not enough. Grandpa ran faster than she did, grasping for his younger son's ankles as the dragon swept upward and away. As a last ditch effort he leapt into the air, grazing Trace's legs but not getting a good enough grip to accomplish anything by it.
A torrent of moths flew from the direction of the cave entrance towards the dragons, surrounding the beast that held a human in its talons.
It groaned with irritation as the bugs flew into its face, stalling its flight as it struggled against the blindness and the obstacle the insects were proving to be as they struggled to drive it back to the ground.
The dragon beat off the cloud of grey-winged creatures with a mighty flap of its reptilian wings, throwing them into chaos.
Nothing happened. Nothing at all. Everything's fine.