Well, this was supposed to be a reward for anyone who answered my challenge, but I decided not to wait and just post it.  Mainly because I had too much fun writing it!

So here we go:

Sithar looked down on the blue-green jewel and sneered.  These puny hoo-mans would never know what hit them.  They couldn’t even fly unaided, they had to make machines to take them to the skies.

He looked around at his nest-mates, satisfied to see them arrayed perfectly to either side.  It was time for the assault to begin.

Raising his snout he shot flame towards the sky, using the momentum to hurl him out of their stable orbit and towards the planet below.  He knew without looking that his nest-mates were following, eager for the kill.

As the flight of dragons entered low earth orbit, they were suddenly assaulted by thousands of tiny particles.  Metal, ceramic, plastic, even some excrement, ye gads these hoo-mans were disgusting!

The constant barrage was having an effect on the team.  Wings became tattered despite being tucked safely away.  Their sensitive eyes and snouts were filled with high velocity grit.

Abort!

The call went out telepathically, far too late.  Sithar opened his mouth to shoot forth flame and it was immediately filled with sharp, fast-flying debris.  He tumbled, out of control, flame spouting in all directions.

The world below spun on its axis, unaware.

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