The trace of a smile caused by Volterra's words had long since disappeared off of her oddly patterned face. The glow of flames ahead reflected in her golden stare, but she would not be deterred. If today was her day to die then so be it. But if not, she had work to do; a part to play. She would not fail her Father in this - she would save whatever she could.

The girl cast a sideways glance at Vérzés, watching the elegant way his body moved. She had seen the dragons in the Edge, but had never really gotten a clear look at them. Now, with one so clearly in her sights she had an idea. As she galloped, her long legs pulling her easily across the earth, she pictured Vérzés in her mind. Exhaling with the effort of her mental labours, she conjured two dragon's - each roughly the size of a full grown horse, composed out of water. They were not perfect, but she did the best that she could. Besides, it wasn't their shape that really mattered, it was their bodies.

"We need to detain it!" She called breathlessly, her voice alive and passionate for once. The girl skid to a halt a few feet from the fire, but even from that distance she could feel the heat on her skin. She cast her dragons into the fire, allowing their bodies to evaporate as she tried to douse the flames. With her hooves she began to dig, almost trying to create a canal. In her mind, she thought that if she could make a line deep enough and fill it with water, the flames wouldn't be able to cross.

Breathlessly she created two more water dragons, and used their bodies to soak the trees directly above them so that the fire couldn't spring over head. "Help me! This isn't supposed to be happening!"

A wave of dizziness rushed through her frame and she stumbled as she tried to dig. The girl hadn't used that much magic ...well, ever. She didn't realize the toll it would take on her. Adrenaline had partially masked the strain, but she was sure that she ought to wait before trying again. Her mismatched wings flopped slightly from her sides as she took a breath and a moment to regain her balance.

"This fire wasn't supposed to happen." She mumbled to herself, trying to find the energy to continue. Her golden gaze looked pleadingly at Volterra, as if willing him to come up with a solution, or to magically solve this problem.