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Typhoon, puzzled by the sudden fight and not having heard the conversation, flew down to find out more. She wasn't sure if Irene was in trouble, but it sure looked like it. Typhoon quietly watched the newcomer stand over Irene. Slowly, ever so quietly, Typhoon hovered a ways behind Eevee, still high in the air- about seventy five feet up. She desprately hoped she was doing the right thing by waiting to see if Irene would give a sign that she needed help.

That was all Typhoon needed. Letting out a dragon's battlecry, she let forth a water spout under her control. The quickly-moving tornado of water sped towards one of the ten, while Typhoon herself raced just ahead of it. Mentally Typhoon directed it to target the nine others one by one after hitting the first. Typhoon, foot long claws extended, sharpened fangs bared, hurtled towards Eevee, ready to give her the usually fatal wounds only a dragon could give.

The dragon's eyes slid in Irene's direction for a quick moment. Now she had the opening she needed. Typhoon feinted an attack to Eevee's left side, then to her right quickly, while letting out a roar. A blast of water shot out of her mouth, straight at Eevee. There was virtually no way she could miss, unless Eevee had superspeed or something similar. The blast was nearly as tall as it was wide, and it was nearly as tall as Eevee herself.

Typhoon roared in victory, as any dragon would do. She settled onto the ground and folded her wings back. She arched her neck, and her mouth curved into a toothy dragon's grin. She merely nodded.
"Want a ride back to your, ah, home?" she offered.

"Get on then," Typhoon replied, crouching and lowering her wings to the ground. "Just point out the general direction and you'll be back in no time."

Typhoon took off, soaring into the sky, then began to head in the direction Irene had pointed to.
"It's nothing. Don't worry about it, ok? It's a dragon's favorite thing to do....sometimes, anyway. Dragons love to fight, at least where I come from. It's also a dragon's instinct to protect their home, friends, and family. So don't worry about it," Typhoon said, skimming the treetops so that they brushed her claws.

Typhoon sighed, her eyes filled with flames.
"I doubt it, with this war starting," she growled darkly. "There's very little chance the forest won't be attacked....especially with those coming in."
Typhoon spat the words, sounding angry and even a little frightened. She lifted her snout to point at a couple of large, dark shapes flying towards the dark regions. Dragons. The dragons she used to live with.
Suddenly one of the dragons stopped in midair, hovering.
"Hang on," Typhoon growled, and ducked into the trees, lifting her wings up to stop most of the branches from hitting Irene and her own scales.
Up ahead, the dragon circled and scented the air. It finally shrugged and the pair flew off.
Luckily, Typhoon had been nearly at the redwood when she had to dive out of their sight, so Irene was practically at her home.
"Sorry about that. I fear they may be told to keep a lookout for me, and kill me and anyone who sides with me," Typhoon said, sounding a little more frightened as she landed, her wings scuffed up a bit. She knew she was being hunted, because that was what her Clan did to outcasts. They hunted them, found them, and killed them.