Drago was sent flying, but as a creature with the ability to fly it wasn't that much of a convenience. Drago was on his horse already and followed after the group, not before getting his swords of the dead creature.
His horse trodded beside lucifer's, Drago clutching his chest, where his ribs were broken, his face was very irritated from the pain, but he wasn't going to be showing weakness next to that ahole of a blood mage, one of these days he was going to beat the crap out of him, " we head for a dense forest perhaps or somewhere where we could evade easily and hide out for a while" Drago put forward, "but i have no idea about anything in this country, do you guys".