[Amell's blue and silver armor was out of place, as was the black and silver dragon flying towards the well at top speed. The middle of the day was the wrong time for a Nightwing of all dragons to be crossing the desert. That well in the distance was the best thing Starflight had seen all day.

Until it started sprouting teeth just before he got to it. With a yelp, he started winging backwards, creating even more wind and sand.]

What is that?!