The scream of Viserys is nearly drowned in the roaring flames gaining ground, but she notices, turns her eyes to him for a moment to see a tear of violent red drawn across his hide. This beast of Mauja’s is in for blood, she knows and Viserys knows as well, but there is nothing that she can to do help him at this point. She is not surprised to see him turn and run; somehow she knew him for a coward, nothing but a loudmouthed show-off from the moment they met. He has not been brought along because the black vix counted on his assistance or protection ; his purpose is to remove some of the focus off of herself. Even so, she does feel her mood darken further as he is not attacked by the mad dog.

She turns her eyes back to Mauja, her voice strained and shrill against her will as she chimes. ”He is not the one you want. It is me you want, Mauja. It has been all along,” she says, the look in her eyes persistent and smoldering. The pale king speaks words in his foreign tongue, for obviously he is too scared of her sharp tongue to meet her on common ground. She cannot make out his hiss over the crackling of the flames, and as another piece of burning wood falls upon her back, she winches in pain. Her body is starting to shiver violently against her will, stressed by the intense heat and cold all at once, but she bites her teeth together and holds her head up stubbornly, though all instincts tell her to crumble.

His howl goes through bone and marrow, even more so than the ice in her blood which is slowly receding. When he bolts forward, it is unexpected, and she releases a piercing banshee’s scream of her own as she tries to veer off to the side. But she is not fast enough, her body crippled by the internal bleeding caused by the ice and the shock of the heat, and she feels his horn rip open her left shoulder in a deep gash. Another scream through clenched teeth, staggering as she sets forward, away from the fire and the safety that she had momentarily found there. Blood streams down her shoulder and colors her entire leg a bright crimson; by now, she has lost quite a lot of blood and feels lightheaded.

Then there is another, a rumble of galloping hooves coming closer, and she looks in the direction with glazed eyes to see a black mare charging. Sluggishly, she trots forward, but yet again blood is drawn as the mare slices her horn into Keahi’s right thigh. A grunt of pain escapes her as she feels the warm, sticky blood creeping down over her silky hide. She flings up her hindlegs uselessly, hoping to hit the black mare as she passes. Dishevelled tresses cling to her greasy neck, sweat turning her body damp as she puts more distance between herself and the spreading flame. Turning her eyes to the pale king, she smiles, knowing that the fire is speading still and even if they succeed in incapacitating her, it won’t stop the fire on its deadly march. Flames reflect in the glistening blood that taints her hide, and she chuckles, maddened.

[OOC: Fire in, let's say, 10 trees?]