The first breath of Dragonfire completely dispersed the Bolton archers. Only three dozen died, but many more were heavily wounded with burns, and the rest fled. Winter rejoined the other two dragons and then turned in sync towards the battle. In a few seconds, the dragons were above the battlefield and started spewing dark blue, purple, and blood-red flames straight into the back of the Bolton centre and right flank. The fire wasn't hot enough to kill in an instant from 30 yards away unless one got roasted directly, but the sight of flames raining down from the sky had almost all men turn around and try to flee. The dragons killed less than a hundred and fifty men and wounded more than twice the number by the time they got exhausted and could not spew any more fire. It did not matter as the Bolton lines had all been broken, and their men were either fleeing or throwing down their weapons in surrender.