Oh, oh, well, I'm glad you're enjoying it
Tobias gripped the feathered forearm, pushing back against Alicanto as the dragon slid a long talon against his throat.
Sol panted, looking away for a pained moment, his stoic expression faltering. "No." He whispered, his voice trembling with every gasping breath. Sol's gaze locked on Tobias, whose eyes were closed, his chest heaved, a thin stream of blood trickled down his temple, running into his cheek. Sol took another quick step back, his injured leg giving out. "Don't hurt him," he said through an exhale, "don't hurt him."
Gen appeared beside Sol, his scales black as the midnight sky above. He cocked his head to the side, his eyes on Alicanto. "I'll follow your lead."
Sol tensed, forcing his back leg back under himself, snarling as the pain ripped through his body.
He didn't know what to do.
He didn't know what to do.
Panic rose in his chest.
Tobias coughed, inhaling blood from his nose.
Sol broke.
"Oh, 
come now!" Sol shouted, his tail lashing in the sand. "
You've done all but kill him! Just- just, please.. think for a moment. Think 
for yourself. You're not a- not a brainwashed tool, you're a 
dragon. With a conscious. Oh, would you 
listen to it?!" Sol's eyes didn't leave Tobias. The edge of hysteria in his own voice was enough to drive Sol into the pit of emotions raging in his mind- but he forced himself out of the suffocating misery, his jaw quivering as he slowly lifted his gaze to the CloudWing. "Please." He whispered. "Think for yourself. Don't hurt him." Sol shook his head. "Don't hurt him."