THE DRAGON'S IRE, MORE FIERCE THAN FIRE
So many bells he thinks, half rolling, half pushed away from Joscelin’s form. His head is a musical, an unwelcome one what with the ringing... and the throbbing. Is it his head ringing even? No, nope, probably ears he assures himself, eyes slowly regaining vision. The blur fading back into clear sight but still he blinks, there’s still so much smoke and fire and all manner of things kicked up into the air. What time was it? Mid-day? Night?
Smart, real smart, he’d half-knocked himself out in that little stunt. Whatever, he wouldn’t have the Gates children’s blood on his hands, that’s for sure. He must not have been out long, or long enough depending on whose side you were on- he still catches Joscelin’s huffyness as she bolts away off to pester something else. Whatever he thinks, groaning as he slowly raises his head off the ground.
As he does this another burst of pain shocks him from the hind up, someone clearing barreling into his ass- nice. He’s cocked a leg, aim already set because they are going to get a good kick to the skull but for some reason he turns to see who it is.
Sidra
Good, she wasn’t dead or blistered with burns beyond recognition. “Get down you fool!” He bellows, flopping a wing over her like a catchers mit. Mostly a wing, because now the membranes had several large holes in them. His chest was seriously burned too, pink flesh, raw and weeping.
“You’re not going to be a martyr on my watch.”He grunts, trying to ignore her squirming, she could see out though- too many holes for her eyes not to find them. “Where’s the other one of you?...mmm..Topsail?” He was hoping the two were off together somewhere avoiding this whole fiasco (no pun intended), after he found his charges he’d work on the Chamber Princess- wherever she was. (Too much smoke/flame when he got here for him to know Yael has her)
He needed a healer now, bad, not just a waft of energy either. Though he does appreciate being able to gain his feet so quickly, eyes boring into Sidra's. "Don't be an idiot girl, you'll get yourself killed. For what hmm? Us? Your Mother? Don't be a fool, we didn't harm her. You can think that awful Gryffen whelp of her's for that." He snorted, scanning the scene for Eight or Evrae- shit.