Jyn sprinted towards the LunarWing, her talons screeching on the stained stone. As rehearsed, she leapt onto the silver dragon, her talons clamping tightly around the LunarWings throat.
"Help is coming." She said gently, trying to be heard over the crowd, "Do not give up. Fight for what is right, don't turn against each other. We're stronger together. Freedom is not far."
Qi'ra stumbled to her feet bounding towards the SolarWing, and all Jyn could do was hope the little dragon wouldn't get the brunt of the attack. "Mock up the battle!" She tried, releasing her hold on the SolarWings neck, "Please, don't hurt her,"
Neoma listened in slight shock, but as she listened, a flame erupted in her belly. Not at the other dragons here; they were forced to fight too.
With no more reason to hold back, she quickly snapped her muzzle, and opened her jaw, relishing in the freedom for the first time in days. Now it would look like the other dragon had also removed it as well.
"There doesn't seem to be a whole lot that's 'right' here." She hissed, tossing the dragon off her. She stood quickly, shaking her head and getting reaccustomed to having a free jaw.
Neoma glanced at the smaller dragon.
Kyler.
Kyler was small when he died.
She stumbled back.
Death.
She had just killed another dragon not long ago. She wouldn't do it again. But could she trust them? They might be luring her in to trick her and win...
Her life couldn't rest on stranger's words.
She growled lowly and commanded her Warping, forming it into the blade. She sped it forward, stopping it as it pricked the adult's throat.
"Prove your reliability." She snarled, a few feet away, staring the grown dragon down. She felt the smaller one watching her, and had to resist the urge to cry out; being so close to a small dragon and knowing she had the power to kill her was insane.
It made her feel like Milza.
Is this the power she felt? The normality of murder?
In her intense thought, she accidently drove the blade forward, eliciting a drop of blood from the Rainwing's throat.
Neoma froze. That wasn't her intent.
The Nightwing's face burned across her vision, and she stumbled back with her blade faltering. She panted and looked panickedly between the two dragons.
I won't kill them. No. No no no. I won't be Milza.
War in her head, battles in front of her, death all around.
She shook her head, red stars tossing at the edge of her sight.
And it all went silent.
There was no sound.
She was alone in darkness.
One word flashed across her vision now.
Survival.
Whether that meant working with the others or killing them, she was going to have to get used to death.
Everything snapped back into place. A clarity was in her mind. She didn't want to kill, but she knew now:
Survival was her only goal.
Neoma gave a tiny smile, dangerously confident.
If she had to kill to survive, she would.