This changed everything. Not only was Stark's dragon as large as Drogon, but he was in the middle of Aegon's camp, clad in full plate and ready for war. Only for some reason, he was not attacking them just yet. Tyrion shuddered at the thought; the dragon could probably devastate the whole army, and they, unlike his brother in the Golden Tooth, had no scorpions or high walls to hide behind. Things were looking grim, and with Viserion wounded and smaller, the best they could do was stall for time until Daenerys returned.