say hello to your mom in the midnight sky
She doesn’t wait for an invitation, doesn’t even wait to see if anyone else is coming. Her anger is too powerful. They had attacked her home. Her home. Let’s see how they like the same treatment.
She flies swiftly, unencumbered by clumsy wings, but still she is not swift enough. As she nears the borders, she sees the fight in the distance. It takes her moment to recognize Prague. It is far more intuition than any sort of recognition, for her form is vastly different from what she has previously seen. But there can be no doubt that the lioness is the Jungle’s magician.
Her mouth is not made for snarling, but she does it nonetheless. Four against one, how fucking fair is that? Assholes.
Well, she’d just have to do what she could to even up that fight. There was a bonus even: Killdare had decided to show his face. She grins, though it is not a nice grin. There is no humor or happiness in that expression.
She drops rapidly into the fray, blunt hooves aiming for the winged bay stallion. She puts as much momentum into the attack as she can, hoping to do some damage. She has no intention of being nice this time around.
Drawing in as close to Prague as she can, she bares her teeth before snarling a fair warning to them.
”You want a fucking fight, you got it.”
With no further warning, blast of pure white light explodes from her body. She avoids Prague as best she can (though she’s pretty sure the woman can take care of herself), but she sure as hell wasn’t holding back on the others. Let them dance for their lives.
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