"Pretty sure the idea is to slow it down, but it might be designed for smaller dragons."

Doesn't mean it isn't worth trying, though. He moves to follow her, eyes flitting around the chaos. One of the smaller wyverns goes crashing past in a frenzy, bouncing off the walls and screeching, and John goes tense until it just... carries on through the street. He drops down, checks the setting on his gun and orientates himself.

"There," he says finally with a gesture, "there's one on that roof. Ready to make a run for it?"