The three dragons then swooped down towards the men, opened their maws and started spewing fire in the middle of the Bolton archers. At the prospect of being roasted to death, Ramsay quickly threw his bow away, hopped on his horse and spurred his steed to flee. His only hope of survival was if the dragons did not focus on him but on the archers instead. However, the largest dragon saw him, turned, and dived directly toward him. Before Ramsay could get anywhere, the blue dragon was already upon him. The last thing the bastard saw was the open maw of the dragon and its sharp teeth.