"Perhaps not yet, but I will." Hekate purred to him her grin taking on a much more roguish devil-may-care quality. What exactly did she care if he beat her after all. She hated the Weyrs for what they did to her people, but she also had in her own morbid way a twisted sense of conduct. Attacking dragons who could not attack you back or threatening, blackmailing, and killing anyone who didn't join you helpless or otherwise even made the likes of her sick.
In that moment when Hekate turned as the boy leaped at her aiming to send a flying kick her way the girl's movements took a smoother almost feline quality. Reaching out as if this was nothing more then an elaborate dance she made to catch his kick and instead of blocking it, pull as she twisted aiming to send him flying to the ground behind her. It was a common technique she'd been taught the hard way from many years on the streets. A technique to turn your opponents momentum against them. Spinning on her heel she cocked her head at him with a grin.
"Pity. I hear it's delicious and I plan to get drunk on it." She replied and in that moment her grin took a slightly darker gleam.
Devith spun snapping his tail out of reach of his clutchmates grasp with a snarl. You were to be a wingleader had I any say brother! As if I would be so blind as to waste your talent! Devith snapped his fangs flashing as he leaped.
Now you are nothing, but a filthy traitor! Throwing away all your glory and worth on those who will never appreciate it as I would have! Devith roared as he leaped aiming to bury his fangs deep into his brother's neck.
Well, that had gone spectacularly, especially if he ignored that that had allowed her to attack him instead of the other way around. Maybe he should have gotten to know her more before this, she might have been fun to get to know.
"Well," he purred back, from his place on the ground behind her. "I suppose that might be true." He lept back to his feet, and then threw another punch. "If you can spill it, you can drink it."
The silver's strike hit, and the blue hissed in pain. You might have, but one dragon does not a weyr make. He would have liked to believe the silver, that he would have given him a position of power, but Magith had his own doubts about that.
It was clear that his brother wasn't going to see reason, and so Magith grew silent, chosing to no longer dignify Devith with replies. It was not his fault that the silver wasn't as bright as he was, and he did need to conserve his energies for more important things. Like figuring out how to win this battle, and then, figuring out how to avoid any more. He really didn't like fighting, it was such a waste.
He snarled again, and slashed at Devith's hide again, his eyes whirling between orange and red.
Hekate tilted her head half turning once again as the punch missed her sending her spinning behind the boy. Raising her leg she aimed to ram it in a hard kick right into the small of his back and send him to the ground for a second time.
"I could have come to be as fond of you as I know my Devith to have been of your dragon." She replied a look of sadness passing briefly over her eyes. She could sympathize with this boy and his blue. Really she could having been a drudge herself before Devith had found her.
"I'd have liked to have dined with you as an equal rather then an enemy." Hekate added her grin slowly tinting her lips for a second time. "Now all I'm bound to do is show you to the ground."
Devith wasn't entirely sure what to think of the taste of ichor as his fangs bit deep into his brothers neck flooding his mouth with the green substance. His eyes whirled then a mixture of red and gray with his anger and sorrow. It saddened him that it had come to this. Dragons were never meant to fight dragons. Putting his pity aside he released his jaws raising a clawed hand to try and slash it across his brothers side.
He turned as she kicked, causing the attack to barely hit his arm. It had been a lucky turn.
"It is regretful." It was upsetting, he hadn't realized that perhaps he had made an impression, one that was more than just him being the party guy, and he took a brief moment to mourn what might have been.
No. Regrets later, now was for fighting. He shook his head, forcing himself to concentrate only on the moment. "Sure," he teased, a slight grin coming onto his face as well. "If you can catch me."
He danced back from Devith's strike, keeping himself from being hit.
It was upsetting that even the youngest of the dragons had been pulled into this mess, that their first trial wasn't against thread, but instead against people that they had known, and perhaps even respected. It was likely that this would cause problems in the future, no matter which side won.
Magith could feel His wavering. We have made the right choice, mine. He sent to him, with all the love he felt, and then his attention was back on the fight.
He was unused to pain, but he fought on, slashing at his brother once again.
"And here I thought it was the boy who was supposed to do the catching in relationships." Hekate teased trying to bring her initial kick up with with a second one to the boy's side, but missed as he turned to avoid her first kick.
Devith let out a low snarl dodging away from his brothers claws and dancing back rearing up to take another swig at his brothers side and missing. Cursing his own small size the silver growled, he needed to aid His and this traitor was in the way of that!
E'lov laughed. Were they fighting? Or flirting? It was hard to tell with half their comments. "I find that I'm a bit more flexible than most men when it comes to their place in a relationship." He grinned at her, and then kicked, aiming for her stomach.
Neither dragon was striking each other well, their small sizes making it easy for them to dodge attacks.
Magith glanced around, and then darted off at his brother, attempting to ram him instead of slashing. That hadn't been working at all, and so, the blue decided to try another strategy.
Completely ignoring Magith Devith had had enough of this man not only attacking, but having the gal to flirt with his rider! His! Such scum wasn't even fit to breath the same air as his glorious rider!
Get your filthy hands off MY Rider! Devith spat leaping forward as E'lov aimed to ram a punch into Hekate's stomach bowling into the boys arms and leaving the blow to instead glance off his rider's side.
Hekate gasped as Devith threw himself into the fray knockign E'lov's kick astray where it glanced against her side drawing a hiss of pain from the girl. Rolling Devith landed with a whine of joined pain at his rider's continued injury his bloody fangs bared and menacing. Taking advantage of her silver's brave actions Hekate brought her fist round aiming to slam a left hook right into E'lov's face. "Good to know. I just love a challenge." Hekate purred out with a roguish grin and a chuckle. "And a good fight to see who's on top." She murmured her voice low and sultry. She knew her tone was only driving up Devith's anger, hopefully it'd distract the boy as well.
Thank you beloved. Hekate thought somewhat eased by her lifebond's reassuring if not commanding reply.
You are MINE. These traitors will pay for striking us.
Devith interferring between his and Hekate fight was surprising, and that, more than anything, caused his attack to not do what he had intended it to do. Could dragons attack humans? It hadn't ever been something he had thought about, since they were told that dragons couldn't, but perhaps he needed to be more concerned about that.
Do not worry about him, mine. Magith spat out, his eyes now whirling in anger. He will not hurt you.
His rider, on the other hand. He reached a hand up, checking his face. She had missed his nose, but he was going to have one major bruise later. "I wouldn't want to make it easy for you."
He moved into position gracefully, and then threw a low kick. If he could just get her off balanced...
