Kirithan let out a small puff of fire, not aimed at him. It seemed to be one of victory, based on his posture as he sat on Anti’s shoulder. It was almost as if he didn’t realise he was still an enemy.
Mare hesitated before leaving the room to get Dusk. He had to talk it over with her before he could do anything like that.
Phantom had a blank expression on his face as he slumped forwards, leaning heavily on Dusk as though he couldn’t stand on his own. He could, he was just too broken at the moment to even try.
Dusk was a lot stronger than she looked, as she tucked an arm around Phantom, “Mare, could use a little help here.....” She looked over at the dragonet, “Kirithan, fry him if he even twitches.”
Anti hisses, but didn’t move. He didn’t know where Dusk was, exactly. He could fell the ...thing on his shoulder, but had no idea if it was about to shoot fire right into his eyes or....lower. Gods...that bitch had made him bleed.....