Dormen was about to strike a final blow, but Alexander grabbed him by the scruff and threw him to the cold, hard snow.
"ARGH!!!" Dormen screamed as his horns penetrated the ground, "GRR..." He growled roughly, ripping his horns from the ice beneath the snow and turning around hastily only to see Peter helping up the Witch, believed to be behind a great loss.
Dormen turned to Alexander and snarled, horns sprouting from the back of his skull, and soon un-sheaving his claws.
"Dormen.... listen...." Alexander said with a worried look on his face, "LISTEN TO WHAT!? TRAITOR!" Dormen yelled, almost shedding a tear.