Now a winged dragon launched toward the Avar, belching forth fire.

The dragon launched himself upward, wings extended, then vanished in a blinding flash of cold white light.

The black dragon launched himself at the gold, intent upon destruction.

No sooner had the first one cleared, than the second dragon launched himself skyward.

Across the field, another dragon, then another, launched into the sky.

Then, with wings outstretched, the dragon yawned, took a few steps to the edge of the roof, and launched itself into the air.

Apparently the dragons can launch themselves into a sprint as quickly as a small dog.

The dragon had launched herself in a very shallow angle toward the sheer rock of Ruatha.

Suddenly, in his place, a massive dragon with scales of bronze launched into the air.

I cried boldly back to Rose as the dragon launched into the air and bore me away.