Onyx made her way up the mountain through pouring rain. It lessened as she flew up, and she glanced back to see Westar struggling behind her. She alighted lightly on the peak and peered down.
Through flashing lightning, she could see the figure of Apollyon standing over the Solosis monarche. She noticed a blur of motion down below her and suddenly three glowing stones went flying from the tyrant’s satchel.
She traced the movement back, and spotted three irregular shapes just twenty or so feet below her.
Rocks suddenly skittered down around her and she heard gasping breaths. “Careful!” She hissed, shaking debris out of her eyes. “Huah- sorry..” the blue dragon panted, taking in the scene for himself. “So where is- oh.” “Get down!” Onyx hissed again, moving a talon towards him to push him down. She pulled her claws away at the last second as Westar winced away from her movement.
The Enfernae scrambled back behind a rock, giving her a worried glance. “YOU be careful.” He said. “I don’t want to burn you again.”
Onyx opened her mouth to harsh on him for rebuking her but Westar cut in. “So what do you want me to do, fly in and land on him? Or.. something?” His voice dropped as his stared at Apollyon fearfully.
“You wait here.” Onyx said, glancing down at the trio again. “I’m going to investigate something. If I need you to attack Apollyon, I’ll give you a signal.” The dragoness tipped over the edge of the rock she was on and glided silently towards the group, landing behind them.
Her eyes widened when she recognized one of them. “Flint!” She hissed, wings raised, ready to flee at any moment. “What are YOU doing here?”