The hippogriff storms towards them, hooves flashing and claws shining. And Willow stares straight back at it, and smirks.
In that moment, Angelica is struck with the distinct impression that the Beast has made a mistake that it will sorely regret.
And it lunges.
And it is met with what is, essentially, a blade of fire that slices neatly through its neck and then tries to swallow the rest of the body in flames. Without pausing to check herself for injury, Willow turns to Angelica and, with pride streaked with minor concern written across her face, asks Angelica
“Are you ok?”
Now, normally this question would get an answer (even if the answer is something like “no of course not you asshole, the damn thing stood on me!”) however, Willow has just saved Angelica’s life and looked very cool doing so, and Angelica is very aware of the fact that Willow A) is flushed and panting slightly and B) looks very, very, attractive. Angelica quickly becomes aware of a third thing concerning Willow. A thing that starts with “c” and rhymes with “brush”
So instead of a regular response, Willow gets a half-strangled whine followed by Angelica clearing her throats and nodding.
Needless to say this confuses her slightly.