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мαуα ([personal profile] phaselocknroll) wrote 2015-01-16 09:34 pm (UTC)

[ She sees that, the way he keeps moving, dodging the beast's flailing tail, and she has to smile to herself. If he dares to try and tell her he's useless ever again, she'll remind him of this moment.

But there's no time to dwell, and she's on the move again. The dragon had opened itself up to attack again after trying to strike at Peter with its tail. She darts in, planting her hands on the dragon's chest again. It screams and fails, but she maintains her hold, pouring as much of her magic as she can into eating through its hide.

One of its claws catches her between the shoulder blades, and if she hadn't already felt pain once, thanks to the incident with Peter's pendant, the sudden sharp stab of it would have shocked her. As it is, she can feel blood seeping into her dress, traveling down her back in a slow trickle. Even Sirens, it seems, are not impervious to harm.

She grits her teeth, willing herself to keep going, until at last, the dragon's own blood seeps over her hands as her acid bites into its flesh. It's boiling to the touch and she withdraws her hands with a yelp. The dragon must have heard that, because the next swipe of its claws do not miss- it bats her away fiercely, and she goes careening into the snow. ]

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