Siborilia

"Redscale," Moonchild said. He looked up and saw the Sky Pirates getting away. The young Witch threw a fireball, hoping that it'd be on target. Then he sent out a distress call. The Witches would be able to sense it and come here.

Redscale was laughing, but he soon stopped when the fireball smacked him in the face, and broke up, splattering other parts of the Dreadnought with it's firey fury. Swiftfoot laughed at his face, and his frantic attempts to put out the fire on one propeller. She got steadily to her feet and gazed up, as the Dreadnought hovered into the clouds above.