A good chunk of the men ran away, unwilling to face the dragon. A few braver souls with vain dreams of becoming dragonslayers attempted to get near, only to be struck by the spiked tail with enough force to throw them back, broken and bleeding, if not outright dead. Or they were simply cooked in their armour by the blue flames heavily streaked with black. Some even grabbed their bows, and a few arrows were loosened in the direction of the blue dragon, but those archers quickly met a fiery end.