Lava Fields

Jakob looks at the bird with an almost quizzical expression, ignoring the behemoth for now. Did he know this creature?

Chances are he didn't, but he remembered Mercutio using birds as scouts in the past, so although the chances are slim that this bird and dragon belonged to his on again off again foe, he was willing to take a moment and deal with it.

Raising his long, wicked sword towards the dragon, the hulking giant intones, "Jakob will deal with lizard in moment. Excuse us." Putting up his other hand, a glob of liquid, pinkish hued flame bursts into life between his meaty fingers and he hurls it at the bird in a slow, underhand toss.