From time to time, a flying dragon or ridgeback beast would spiral down from the sky, their injuries strikingly similar, all at the left or right wing, near the dragon bones of the scapula, which for someone is akin to the thigh root. Once injured or fractured there, they become immediately incapacitated, let alone able to fly.
The wounds, however, are varied.
Some have been brutally smashed by a hammer, obviously the handiwork of that War Ravager.
Others show massive, explosive wounds, blasted open by sheer force.
Some are penetrated with long arrows embedded a third of the way in, with ink-like blackness spreading from the wounds, indicating deadly poison, directly attacking the heart.
The rate of falling is incredibly fast, not one per round, but several per round.
This means the enemy can launch simultaneous attacks, and all flying cavalry fall in one round before them, getting severely injured and collapsing when the enemy approaches.
