The wolf's teeth lock onto his shadow, and the fear seems to wriggle from his grasp in a terrified and unusual manner. Curious golden eyes watch it bleed, but the struggling version of himself shrinks into nothing but shadows as a hideous scream erupts across the field. The shadow world that the hybrid had been encased in disappears, leaving clearing the world as a brilliant flash of golden light catches the stallion's feral eye. His head shoots up, seeing the tiny black dragon Comadre directing a powerful billow of white hot fire toward the face of the boggart, which shrieks in pain and falls backward, the rain drying up immediately, it seems. The little reptile giggles in victory before quickly darting back toward the ground. "Did you see it, Osiris? Did you see?"

A grin forms upon the wolf's lips, and he looks toward the small black lizard happily. Tears lace the edges of his golden eyes, while he is completely unaware of their brimming. Overjoyed to see the victorious little brat of a companion he held dear. Overwhelmed by the strength of their bond. For once in Osiris's life, he is proud of a decision he has made. He had decided to trust in that little ten inch dragon, and it was that bond that gave him the courage to face himself. This nefarious boggart would have to try harder to crush the unusual bond between a dog and his dragon.

"Look out!" the dragon calls below, and Osiris's eyes dart down in time to see a roaring fire come toward him. On the ground, cast aside, was still Nadira, with a fire demon appearing to make its way toward her as well. Leaping forward, Osiris manages to get mostly out of the way of the flame sent for him, the wreath only finding itself burning some of the air from his tail, leaving a neat little line of singed fur and thick horse hair writhing on the ground below. Wet paws dance on the sodden earth for a brief moment before the wolf finds himself in front of NADIRA, glancing over his shoulder toward the ring of fire still raging foreward. "Lady Nadira," he calls to her, "you have to get up. Our enemy is not finished yet."

The sizzle of fire, however, would not wait for her to rise. Raising his front end, Osiris spins as the fire approaches, attempting to break up the fire and leave it to dissipate in smaller pieces, but its searing heat still find purchase on his thick fur, burning through several layers until a few choice spots on his barrel and shoulder sink into the skin, causing the wolf to growl in discomfort. He has a very sudden urge to roll upon the ground to put out the fiery spots, but he had the more important task of protecting this foolishly brave unicorn mare from a powerful monster with the capability of creating lifelike illusions. The Boggart, though, was still alive and could be defeated, unlike the dead come to walk again in blades of shadow and anger in Isilme. This was not the worst monster Osiris had faced.

It probably would not be the last.
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Defense: Leaps out of the way of his own fire wreath.
Attacks: spinning on his haunches to try to break up the boggart's fire wreath heading for Nadira.
Position: in front of Nadira, 25 or soish feet away from the Heart's fire. ]