Firebreath

[H]e could soon overcome this single Carpathian dragon. A youngster he thought to himself – inexperienced. […] Wait though! Firebreath – the Carpathian could still breathe fire, young or not. No matter. He would send others in to draw the fire. Any dragon’s firebreath was limited – he would find an opportunity.

Erick ducked as a drakerider zoomed narrowly overhead, its firebreath incinerating the very air inches above him.

“I am ready in case we get two misses. That brings Inry’aat my way until you can get the dragon back into the position you need.” […] “What about the ranges? Have you studied them?” / “Oh, yes. I know exactly where to stand, and the length of its firebreath.”