YOU NEVER SAW IT FROM MY PERSPECTIVE, THE CRAFT THAT I PERFECTED GOT REJECTED
AND THROWN OUT THE WINDOW WITH NO PROPER EXIT.
I WAS HUMBLE, NOW I'M NOT AS PLEASANT. I'M DROPPING WRECKAGE ON YOUR SHADY DYNASTY.
BITCH I'M NOT TO MESS WITH.
AND THROWN OUT THE WINDOW WITH NO PROPER EXIT.
I WAS HUMBLE, NOW I'M NOT AS PLEASANT. I'M DROPPING WRECKAGE ON YOUR SHADY DYNASTY.
BITCH I'M NOT TO MESS WITH.
The young mare pauses to let out a quick sigh of relief. So much was going on, the battle was intensifying by the very second, and having direct orders from her Khaleesi was something for Draconis to grasp onto and keep focused upon. She does just as she's told, keeping close yet avoiding the poisonous barbs as warned about. She can't imagine that it would be a very pleasant way to die were she to prick herself against that jagged armor. The firebreather sees another mare appear, small of stature, who attacks the heavy draft stallion as fearlessly as if she were of identical height, sees Lagertha joining this new melee. She follows as instructed, wishing that she had the additional ability to make her flames be harmless against allies, make them harm only those she wished, but she might as well wish for a cherry sundae while she's at it; the fire from within her did not care who it might harm once it was unleashed, and she must choose her target with the utmost of precision when battlers were entangled with one another. Of course, this *was* war, it was chaos, and precision didn't matter when bodies were charging and jostling and colliding, and she can only hope luck holds out and that no accidental damage occurs.
The small enemy mare strikes at the dragon-winged stallion, who bucks at her before moving off to strike against a tiger with a fallen child at its feet. She gasps in horror upon seeing the foal's body. Larken, Lexa's little sister? How had she gotten here? Draconis gives her head a quick shake, forcing herself back to reality, for there was no time to be mourning a fallen Jungle resident lest she become such herself. She waits for Lagertha's strike to be carried out against the other mare, then follows up, breathing out a fireblast towards where she hopes their opponent had ended up, hoping she had positioned it correctly to burn its way through the air and into fur and skin enough that it will damage her enough to remove her from the fighting. The young Sister doesn't know this mare, doesn't wish death upon her, but certainly doesn't want her to be killing any of them, either. She realizes suddenly that while she knew a number of Amazons were here in the Chamber, Rhy is not among them. Where was her mother? Draconis spares a hope that she is safe somewhere, and that they will find each other after.