(I just realized something. There's already someone named Charles, so I think I'll change Charles Hoffman's name to "Nelson Hoffman" and his nickname to "Ned")
As the assult force fled through the forest, the sun began to just baaaaaarely peek over the horizon; in a wonder that would normally be very enjoyable, the sky remained relatively dark while the undersides of the clouds began to be illuminated in a wide array of reds, oranges, yellows, and even some slightly purpleish hues. This posed a problem for Dirk. Whenever a cloud passed behind him, Romanov's gunners could spot him silhouetted against it and would open fire. Dirk flew above the convoy for as long as he could, destroying several more of the attacker's vehicles, but was forced back by the revealing light of day. Since he was no longer made invisible by the night sky matching the color of his full-dragon form, he was becoming more vulnerable by the minute. He really didn't want to leave his friends on their own again, but he didn't have much of a choice. He reluctantly turned around and headed back to Camp Half-Blood. Back in the transport with Kat, Kovon, Wyatt and the others, Ned picked himself up off the floor and said "Is anyone hurt bad?"
