The dragonet growled at the dragoness. She knew he was weak, she was going easy on him!
"Wolf, Sam, come on!" He snarled.
He wouldn't lose this fight, especially if he had the chance to avenge his friend! He glanced to the side, noticing Sam finally free from the ice on his friend's corpse and pulling out the small amount of explosive powder they were allowed. Wolf, too pulled his powder, and, at once, the two threw their bags at the dragoness, scattering the dust about. Wolf immediately began searching his bag for the ignition, cursing quietly after finding it missing. The dragonet glanced at the intruder, realizing that without an ignition, they were practically defenseless.
"Kuro, what do we do? I-I never carry my ignition, and Marco doesn't need any!" Sam whispered to Wolf, using that odd nickname once more.
Marco, the dragonet, growled, thrusting his dull talons at his friends.
"It doesn't matter, let's just attack head- on!" Marco bellowed.
He rushed at the intruder, zipping between her legs to claw (More like paw, he has no talons ;A;) at her underbelly or weave through her icy wings to burst out a small spark. The two below tossed rocks at her, though often accidentally it Marco, earning them a half-hearted glare and a hiss.





