“Wow, reeal impressive. Why don’t you use some...” Grevyn coughed up a small ball of flame. Then she really breathed some flames, setting a two or three soldiers on fire. (One of the soldiers was actually on the witches side.)
"It's no fun that way." Blade snarled
Alexon joined in the battle, and fought his way towards Canala and Phantom, "Are you all right Canala?" He shouted.
" Us witch's don't care about that sort of thing! Nianine and lezibel are ...... elsewhere." The witch hissed with a wide, cheshire grin. Ravana cast more shadow rope and tried to lasso the queen, phantom grabbed a log and threw it her way, striking her down and letting the ropes fall once more.
The queen didn't even flinch. She closed her eyes and sent flames speeding towards the witch. They hit her with a sizzling sound. The witch screamed.
Phantom new the queen could handle herself and sped toward the other attackers.
Canala saw her uncle, and she and Alexon fought their way towards him.
“Whatever,” Grevyn said. Her serpentine body was sprawled next to one of the soldiers. She shoved her claws into the pockets, searching for gold. She didn’t find any gold this time, but she did find a nice dagger with a pearl handle, which she shoved into a leather bag. One of her cheeks was already full of gold. Fire breathing does hamper gold storage, admittedly.
Canala almost tripped over a small dragon next to a soldier. One of it's cheeks was bulging strangely.
“Watch where you’re going!” snapped Grevyn, whipping her tail out of the way of Canala’s hooves. Her speech was surprisingly unhampered by the gold. She had a lot of practice speaking with her mouth full. She flapped into the air and hovered in front of Canala. “You nearly trampled me!”
