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Connor had managed to make his way back onto the sands as some of the chaos died down, beisides he'd made out through the light of someone's glow a vaguely rocking egg..there was no way he was going to let some blasted tunnel snake keep him from impressing. Absolutely no way..of course when the eggs revealed two greens (one dead - pity) and a blue turned his eyes back to the sands, letting his gaze flit about for any signs of a tunnelsnake - he should have kept his eye on the dragonets for that as it turned out because the angry spitting green was dragged down by one nearly as soon as he turned about and it was the commotion of the gold looking for her that drew his gaze back to that direction and seriously made him reconsider heading back towards the dragons again.

Yes, you can stay with me, Beksk said absently, still scanning the crowd. Although his vision was excellent in the darkness, there were so many candidates running around willy-nilly that it was hard to pick out the tunnelsnake. I hope I get to eat some too. If you have a dragon here maybe you can feed it tunnelsnake.

Of course, there was just as great a chance of the tunnelsnake feeding on Iafri's dragon (if she had one), but Beksk wasn't really focused on that.

Disappointingly, the tunnelsnake havoc appeared to have died down and some dragons were born. A blue dragon and two green ones, although probably one of the green ones was dead. They rushed around doing baby dragon things, blah blah blah. Beksk ignored the whole show until the tunnelsnake popped up again and began dragging one of the dragons away. And Brambel was chasing after it! Brambel!

Bekar! Beksk shouted indignantly. That stupid man is chasing the tunnelsnake and you are not! Go get it! He wanted to chase the snake himself, but he had sort of resigned himself to guarding the candidates next to him. He would have to wait and hope the tunnelsnake changed directions.

Looking out over the crowd, Bekar left the candidates and began making his way towards Brambel and F'sey. Not wanting to knock candidates over in a rush and cause another panic, he wasn't making very good time.

"I got no idea!" Brambel would admit. All he knew was something had to be done. That, and-- "We're old men! We've lived our lives! We can't sit by and let it be up to these stupid kids to take care of this!"

It was on that night F'sey learned there was some good in everyone, Brambel included. (Or something. Maybe.)

It was on that same night F'sey learned Brambel was not good with plans. (Which he felt he'd demonstrated when he married that wife of his, but we digress.)

"I'll hold it and you stick it!" Poor F'sey had no time to argue; Brambel saw the tunnelsnake and threw himself at it. Their unwelcome visitor turned on him and dug its long fangs into the grouchy old fool's shoulder. Amidst the haze of blood spray and pain, the Whermaster held on tight. "GET IT! GET IT NOW!"

Freed by the distraction, the dragonet fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

The Red Spot Egg rolled over and broke. Out toppled yet another green with a dazed look on her face. Dizzy, she lay down and looked up at the candidates running about.

Mairin gave a little internal cheer when the green dragonet was rescued. She'd been wrong again and was grateful this time, though whether or not the hatchling survived and impressed remain to be seen. Still, the teen was going with an optimistic outlook for the moment. For the hatchling anyways, her rescuers were now in serious danger themselves and Mairin was again frustrated by her inability to help, not that she had any weapons to use on the monstrous creature.

Her attention shifted as another egg cracked open and revealed a spotted green. Despite the chaos still going on on the grounds the newborn did not seem like she had the stability to wander it in search of Hers.

Didn't have a plan. Figured! (But who the hell was Brambel calling old!? He wasn't old...well, he wasn't that old, Faranth!)

"Stick it? WITH WHAT!?" F'sey shrieked. He had a knife. A knife. Not a weapon, just something what was good for slicing leathers and an excellent threat. While it was probably good for stabbing someone (if he really wanted to), the Wingleader had no idea how it would fare against a large snake. It was a shame he wasn't allowed more time to calculate; for better or for worse, Brambel had tackled the snake.

"AAAAHHHHH!"

(A good yell made any man feel braver.)

F'sey lunched, sticking his knife into the creature's head. It wasn't a clean blow; he'd been aiming between the eyes, but the sharding thing had latched onto the Whermaster. The older man fumbled, reaching for the second dagger he had. (He only owned two. Well, one now. It was unlikely the snake was going to give that first knife back.) "DAMNIT, GET AWAY BEFORE IT KILLS YOU."

"Shards!"

The snake went limp (praise the powers that be!), but the dragon it attacked was gone now, and Brambel didn't seem to be far behind. Trotting over, F'sey wrapped an arm around the man, trying to set him down gently, as opposed to letting him collapse.

"Healers! Healers!?"

He gave the spotted green Hatchling a wary look, but as long as she didn't seem disturbed, F'sey would leave her be. He bent down, touching the Whermaster's arm. "Brambel? Brambel, can you be hear me? The healers will get you, it'll be fine."

Shards. That was a lie, wasn't it?

F'sey's bellow shot through his mind and down to Faladeth. The furious white echoed it, and her bloodlust and rage drove X'nar forward. He fairly sprang out of the stands and sprinted towards the massive tunnelsnake, having totally forgotten that he was unarmed. Luckily for him, when he was almost there it folded up dead.

With the death of the enemy, Faladeth's rage coiled into seething disappointment, and X'nar was able to master himself again.

He blinked.

...What the? How'd he get down here?

As a man rather accustomed to dealing with coming to his senses in odd places, however, when X'nar realised that he was standing before a rather heavily bleeding man, he reacted immediately by ripping his shirt off and pressing it firmly against one of the worst wounds. "That was impressive," he told the whermaster, "you've got balls as big as a bronzes." As he spoke, however, he kept an eye out for any healers who might be approaching so that he could jump out of the way as soon as qualified help arrived.

V'tor leaning forward and keeping an eye out for the tunnelsnake. It was sharding dark out there, and those candidates were wherries- injuries seemed to be running rampant, and the Gold was squalling. The first egg that hatched held a dead green, if he could tell correctly. Tunnelsnakes had like to have buried themselves in with the eggs and eaten them. Not what he hadn't expected, and not like it weren't what Losasath had said. Wasn't what Losasath had said, he corrected himself absently.

The next to hatch was another green, as angry as her mother was irritated, and then a blue, who hunkered down and squalled like the babe he was. It was their combined cries that probably told the snake where they were, but it was the green that took the blow, disappearing in the grip of the beast, being dragged toward the whermasters and the leaders. Losasath's gravelly shriek was full of absolute fury, and V'tor jumped more from the sound of hearing his dragon's noise than anything else. "Quiet!" he commanded the dragon, who continued to make anxious whuffing noises. "I can't hear." he snarled finally, and Losasath quieted to his normal soundless self, though he could feel the purple's rage. Mental feelings of Losasath's urge to tear, to hunt down that snake and make it squall like the dragonet was doing. "Stay with me," he told Losasath absently, as though the dragon wasn't too cowardly to give into those urges.

And then the whermaster was bitten, and the dragonet was free and quiet, the twitches of her body what gave her away over the sound of commotion. "GET IT! GET IT NOW!" rang out over the field, and Losasath bellowed again, his body starting a lunge forward before it stopped itself. The writhing dragonet Betweened, and the tunnelsnake was slain. The purples anxiousness was palpable and he nosed at His. "It will be fine, Losa." he muttered. "See? The snake is dead."

More. Losasath said simply. Not over yet!