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Faelara had to squash down her unease as the Bone Fiend circled around to stand at her back. She was rather impressed that he knew so much about group combat.
Rule one, never present your back to the enemy. She recited in her mind.
Rule two, always keep the enemy in sight. Rule three-
Her train of thought was harshly interrupted when a painfully loud shriek rent the dank air. It seemed to bounce around in the mist, intensifying to a nearly unbearable level. Her ears rang, and spots of color danced in her vision. It took all her restraint to keep from crying out.
"You Plague-ridden, Shadow-hearted, Banshee-blooded idiot!" She yelled once his screeching stopped, shaking her head to reign in her muddled thoughts. The Imperial was about to utter another string of curses when a pair of Umbra Wolves materialized from the mist. They each took turns leaping forward, trying to sink their yellowed fangs into her hide. With a growl, the Imperial batted at one with a clawed crimson paw.
She wasn't the strongest dragon in her clan, but when it came to fights like this, strength wasn't nearly as important as speed. What good was it to be able to crush your opponent in a single blow, when you could never land a strike? No, if you were fast, you could slowly whittle away at your opponent while taking little damage, yourself. The wolves were incredibly quick, but they underestimated her own speed.
Her paw struck the first wolf upside the head, momentarily stunning it. Faelara reared her head back, striking like a snake, her fangs digging in to the shadow creature's neck. It wasn't deep enough to be lethal, but with a howl of pain, the canine backed away, melding into the mist once again.
Another wolf immediately took its place, darting forward to slash at her shoulder. She hissed sharply and lashed out for another bite, but it jumped out of the way. The second wolf took the opportunity to bite at her own outstretched neck. Its teeth slid across her scales for a moment, before sinking in deep. The female growled, furiously shaking her head and neck to dislodge the wolf. After a few powerful shakes the wolf's hold broke, the momentum sending him crashing into a tree a few feet away.
Every time she managed to chase a wolf off, another of the shadowy creatures would appear to take its place. The wound on her neck throbbed, and she was quickly accumulating a collection of other cuts, scrapes, and bruises. There was no indication that the fight was even close to ending.
Suddenly, a brown and green Qiriq burst from the woods, throwing itself into the fray. At first Faelara was dismayed. Had more creatures heard the fight, and decided that they were easy prey? Two more creatures, a small Runic bat and a purple Fuiran, quickly joined in the battle.
For what seemed like the thousandth time in a matter of minutes, Faelara was confused. The newcomers were fighting the wolves, completely ignoring her and the equally battered Bone Fiend. In fact, they were even speaking to each other! She knew for a fact that Runic bats didn't speak, and she was relatively certain the others shouldn't have the capability, either.
As odd as the situation had become, the tides seemed to be turning. They were no longer so vastly outnumbered, and Faelara could focus her full fury on one Wolf at a time. The crimson Imperial sent a shadowy wolf flying with a well placed headbutt, her sharp horns slicing its pelt for good measure.
It wasn't long before the five of them defeated the majority of the pack. The few that remained quickly realized they were outmatched, fleeing into the mist in a flurry of yelps and howls. Faelara panted, the full weight of her exhaustion finally catching up with her. The heat of battle had warmed her wings, but she at once wished it hadn't. The bite on her wing joint burned, and her feathers were torn and bloodied in many places. It was then that she realized the position she was now in.
With a start Faelara whirled around, backing up a few paces, crouching low to the ground. What would they do now? The Bone Fiend had made it plenty clear that she wasn't welcome here, and now they no longer had a reason to work together.
"I'll be on my way now. We'll call it even, Bone Fiend. I've had my fill of fighting for the night." Faelara's voice was stronger than she felt, but the dragon couldn't help the pant that parted her jaw after she finished. Her eyes flicked up to the black clouds high above, trying to find a hint of stars to guide her. Nothing. The female cursed internally. She'd gotten so twisted around during the fight, she had no idea which way was south.
"If you'd be kind enough to point me south, I'll leave you and your territory alone."