Bolt tilted his head and turned to Flitter. "Two things...why are you so quiet, and what do you think they're talking about?"
(Sorry Bolt, this was directed at you. Didn't make that clear.) "Hm... He seemed like it was serious. I hope they feel ok." she said, thinking. Her ears fell. "I'm sorry that I'd rather not eat your face." she replied.
"Sh...should we go and check on them? Oh by the way, Flitter. We're re-doing that sparring match. You obviously cheated...beating me and all." Bolt said, looking away.
She gave a quick chuckle. "Me? Win?" she said. She shrugged. "I just repel the idea." she said softly.
"You beat me and we both know it...So like I said. BRING IT!!!!" Bolt said, metaphorical fire in his eyes
Her horn glowed, and shadow swirled around her. Her eyes glowed with another type of fire, and slowly turned black. She lifted herself in the air. Her veins stood black against her skin, and a low chuckle escaped her lips.. "Still want to fight me, love?" Brisk looked at Narrow in surprise. "Maybe we should get back..?"
Bolt's eyes burned, but he still had control. "I promise I'll un-burn you after i own you, honey." Bolt said, ramming into Flitter.
"Rematch?" suggested Brisk. "Oh.. dear. This won't end well." she said, backing up. Flitter giggled, and the shadows lunged and swept into his ear. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" she cooed into his brain.
Narrowleaf transformed into his small ink dragon. "C'mon. Let's get out of their way." He said, picking up Brisk. "Sorry 'bout the ink."
She flipped in middair, and suddenly, fell, twitching to the ground, a scream bursting from her chest, a tendril of shadow falling from her horn.
