Wrethen-
Wrethen didn't reply at first, instead staring down at the dragon beneath his talons. Several thoughts were running through his head at that moment. Spare the sandwing? It was likely he would just end up killing him in the near future... He could see possible futures of that happening. He hated that Foreseer was commanding him to kill the icewing, but then again, he had asked. He drew in closer to Snowstorm's face, his eyes burning like two fiery suns. "It is best to kill you now so you don't cause any more problems," he hissed. He raised one talon, then laid it on her throat. He ran it back and forth, then pressed the tip through some of her neck scales. Blue blood slowly slithered out, trickling onto her chest. He narrowed his eyes, wanting her to suffer as Foreseer had suggested.
Pharaoh-
Pharaoh, who was now bleeding from several wounds, let out a loud cry at the large black dragon. "WAIT, NO!!! DON'T HURT HER, PLEASE!!! PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU, STOP!!!" Pharaoh howled, diving for the dragon's talons. Wrethen growled at the sandwing, then raised his bloody talon and knocked him out of the way. Pharaoh heard a cracking sound similar to the one before and he skidded to a halt on the rocky beach, stones cutting into his scales. He was breathing a bit heavily, blood pouring from his wounds, salty tears dripping onto the ground beneath him. Wrethen turned back to Snowstorm, raising his talons again, while Pharaoh struggled to his feet, howling and screeching again, begging and begging and begging, wanting more than anything in the world for Wrethen to spare Snowstorm.