Orion had kept quiet for a small time but quickly stepped in once called upon. "We might try a three pronged attack, in two steps. First, we have those among us inclined towards diplomacy make advances towards some of the dragons we know to be mavericks, such as they may be. Tosc and Déorhild are familiar with a green named Yerek who may prove amicable. He is much more powerful than you two know though, being one of the eldest in this world."
"While diplomatic avenues are being sought, a strike team of sorts might be sent to shut the most remote loci down. Afterwards, we would only have two left to deal with, though stealth would likely be lost to us and if poorly recieved, diplomacy too, leaving only a straightforward fight." The boy's face frowned at that prospect. "We are strong, individually, but few, even if some of Genesis' champions were to join us."
"The dragons might not aid their spawn directly, they do fear death. Their spawn, however, do not, mostly being mindless, and even a single dragon is a fearsome thing. A few even have magic to rival myself, which is no mean feat." He takes a deep breath with a slight blush. "The second part would involve a direct confrontation to swiftly overcome the."
"Finally... we could attempt to invoke the Pack Primordial. Which would gather all champions of both the dragons spirits and our gods and spirits. Winner take all. Loser is entirely annihilated, erased from all being."