Does he want to send her to join her daughters?

That is not going to happen today.

She misses her daughters terribly but she's not yet had her vengeance. Not yet guided her current daughter through life. The anger within boils, the fire burns it's way through her veins and consumes her. Now it is her driving force through the pain. Flames that allow her to push past the agony along her back and continue in her fight, it eliminates the desire to take flight. Golden eyes flare as she calls him a liar, the fire within his own burn in response. They are low shots, no matter the truth in her words. Arah wants him angry, she wants the rage to blind him. Arah needs him to make a mistake. If the brute manages to keep a cool head he'll crush her. No matter his fighting experience, his height and weight alone are enough to defeat her. A wave of pleasure rolls through her as she sees his shiver. No, it's more of a shudder, a force that has the strength to shatter his rock-hard appearance. Every muscle that made up his entire form, rolled with...what? Displeasure? Rage?

His bites are not enough to stop her and he does not have to speed to entirely escape her either. The doe's movements had been graceful, almost as if she was dancing with her partner. Yet this is no dance for the light hearted as he is not following the intended routine. The suddenness of his movements is almost able to throw her off balance. The beast suddenly reverses, he is close enough to knock her over with his rump and prevent the attack, only does not quite manage the feat. Instead her hooves strike down upon the heavily muscled area of his hindquarters. Not striking the delicate legs of the brute was disappointing yet she believes that she had caused intensive damage. Already, with little more than a hazardous glance, she can see the thick bruising that has begun to develop in the area.

It is then that the beast verbally lets her know of his outrage. The doe stumbles and gasps, suddenly her boiling rage turns to a simmer and her hooves scrabble to remain solid and sure upon the earth. For the sheer volume and brutally that was within the roar shakes her down to the core. It stuns her, shamefully it frightens her.

The attack of his bonded is unexpected. Funnily enough, she ought to thank him from shocking her with the roar, for in those few moments that she slowed down, she heard the dragon's indignant shriek. Golden orbs dart up towards the skies and the sight of his dive is enough to shock her back into action. She needs to fight, this is for her daughters. With a grunt of frustration she waits for the dragon, still acting as if she is too stunned by the brute's roar to act in her defence. At the last moment she springs into action, whipping her head to the left and doing her best to move her eyes out of the dragon's path. The red's savage claws plunge into her neck while his freezing breath freezes along her neck, just below her hair line. The doe screams her rage and her pain. A scream that turns into a cry, not one for mercy but for her to never have to face this situation again. The brutes cry still rips through her soul, it has come close to breaking her will.

Arah will not let this break her, she has to fight on. The doe must return to her family. Angrily she turns towards the dragon at her neck and unleashes a bout of magic, attempting to slip into the creature's mind. 'The beast must hurt. The beast must pay.' Her whispered thoughts quick in an attempt to infiltrate the dragon's mind as soon as possible. 'Rip out his eyes and make him blind.' Arah urges the dragon to turn on his bonded, attack the one that had protected and defended him all his life.

Wynter may have been furious that her attack had missed the brute, yet Arah feels the griffin's pleasure as her attack does hit a target. With a scream that would hurt those with sensitive hearing, she revels in the feeling. Draining her opponents energy gives the creature no guilt. The dragon does not flop meekly in her talons, the powerful jaws open again and another blast of flame crackles towards Wynter. The griffin changes direction suddenly but cannot avoid the full lick of the flames. It singes along her tail, searing the flesh and removing all hair. Wynter swoops high once and again she aims from the brute, her talons reaching for his shoulder.

3/3 - 800 words - URGH late again ;-;