Ralor's voice is one of deep wisdom, and Ignis is at the age when wisdom is needed most. I'm sure you could destroy them all. Time passes and the two dragons feast on their lambs. Ignis is ready to sleep after the meal and curls up with Ralor's Nine foot tail wrapped about him. Ignis, get up boy.
Someone is outside the cave.
No, there movement is organized. They are attempting to disguise their movement, but not that well. They are somewhat clumsy, but it sounds as if there are many, perhaps a dozen. Ralor's great body extends to it's full length of twenty five feet, and his head turns to face the cave entrance. Ignis, my student, hide now.