The dragon hadn't given up yet, taking to the air after ravaging another encampment, noticing the lack of action in the town as the fighting lessened. Either knew side was retreating or one side was nearly dead, and the massive red god wanted to be sure. Circling around, it hovered low, disrupting the smoke and searching for any survivors, and any fish it came across would be crushed, torn apart and shredded by the furious might of the dragon. Its talons serving as honed swords, and its wings creating a tornado of wind that cleared the smoke from the areas it was near.