The dragon roars - an earth-shaking shriek of a sound. Somehow it rumbles and scrapes in the same moment, feels like might seek to hollow out the very air if it were possible. So many are running for her legs, gathering together. At first her gaze flickers towards the lone adversary, before the strike of the arrow in its leg makes her head snap towards the archer at the back.

Her head rears back, body following as she rises up, and then—

Not fire, but lightning, pours from her mouth. Electricity that encircles and crackles between Lakshmi and Six, in a painful net of energy. It does not hold them in place, but the pain, the burning, is ongoing.

Her wings beat, and the swirling wind could serve to drag all the combatants closer, even the archers, if they don't find a way to steady themselves.