Distracted even from the task of returning a dragon egg to its nest, Vash’s head spun around instantly as he heard Archer’s polearm snap the Ghost Rider’s head off — the gunman almost flinching at the sound. He watched on in shock and horror as the dragon effortlessly tossed the skeleton to the ground, crushing the remains as his flames were quickly extinguished. Face quickly shifting from one of shock to one of seething anger, Vash’s sharp eyes locked onto Archer as the killer ran out of the cave. He just couldn’t believe it. The thought that Archer would not only murder a sentient being but to murder a [i]teammate[/i] — one whose size allowed them to hold back the massive beast that could’ve otherwise crushed any one of them. No way he would let Archer just walk away from the whole thing that easily. Vash turned, ready to chase after the man…

…Until the enormous dragon brought its gaze down onto the small outlaw, and Vash suddenly remembered what he’d been doing a moment ago. So suddenly that it almost seemed to startle him, as he nearly jumped when he glanced back down at the egg under his hand. Humbled by the creature’s presence, Vash’s rage subsided — at least for the moment — as he carefully secured the egg in its nest, the water that had doused the cave now almost completely gone. He then pulled his hands away from the nest slowly and carefully, cautious as to not make any sudden, potentially threatening moves that could enrage the beast again. Given everything that had happened, and what a dangerous position he was in, Vash felt incredibly relieved that the mother dragon seemed fairly calm — and not over-protective of a stranger’s hand on her young, as the wyvern seemed to understand his intentions. “Eheheh, good luck with the kids, ma’am!” Vash spoke nervously, shooting the wyvern an awkward smile as he moved towards the cave exit — first with a slow, calm walk, then gaining speed as he distanced himself more and more from the nest and the mother dragon, hastily scurrying out into the daylight. 

Vash squinted as the sudden difference in light hit his eyes, and he quickly pushed his shades up further along the bridge of his nose in response. Glancing around the cave entrance, Vash needed a moment to re-orientate himself with everything going on — taking inventory of everyone in the group, making sure everyone had either successfully made it out of the cave or was following quickly behind, ensuring that no one else had been lost, and, speaking of which — [i]especially[/i] confronting Archer about what had happened…

But he was distracted from all of this by the sight of a mountain-climbing feline explorer. 

Vash tried not to let himself get too caught up by the idea of a talking, bipedal cat — stranger things had happened in this world already, after all — and instead tried to answer the cat’s question. “Well, actually, we were just-” But then he cut himself off as he became aware of something that, in all the chaos, he had not once considered since they met the wyvern. [i]…We got the wrong dragon.[/i] He sighed. “Actually, yes, I think we are.” he answered. “That is, assuming he’s the ‘legendary dragon’ we were looking for. I don’t suppose you could help us locate him?” he asked, burying his emotions towards Archer for long enough at least to give the feline a friendly smile as he spoke.