Rosalie showed some interest when Gore approached Marian, but mainly because she worried the woman was going to die. Rosalie did not approve of his following actions and as amusing at it had been, the sight making Rosalie smirk a little at Marian’s humiliation, it probably would have been wiser if Gore had refrained from doing anything to upset the woman. Of course it was rude and of course it was quite the insult coming from a dragon. In this day and age, Dragons had absolutely no right to do anything that would somehow soil a human individual’s reputation as they were slaves and nothing more; history had written it to be so and Rosalie was beginning to wonder if Gore knew this ‘ideal’ was still in place.

Those who had ambushed them had seemed to cut off any possible path of escape Rosalie could take without having to force her way through any of the members. She had no connection to Gore, so they should have no reason to detain her. As something began to coil around her body, though, she tensed and felt her hopes shatter in almost an instant. It was strong and gentle at the same time but she still struggled against it, trying to pull herself free. Her efforts fell short and she was easily lifted off the ground like a flower plucked from a flowerbed only to be settled where she had least expected herself to be. Why was she back on the dragon? Wouldn’t this have given the opposition more of a reason to take her down or even kill her because she would have been believed to have some sort of association with him?
						
The girl would have started to climb down, too, if she hadn’t been worried about the height and speed Gore possessed. She could feel his movements as powerful limbs propelled him forward in a mad dash for the ‘prize’. Dreadful realisation dawned on her then, a creature of the dark summoned by just a mere thought. This might not end well but as bleak as the outcome appeared to be, Rosalie would have to wait for an opportunity to make use of. Watching the dragon fight from afar was one thing, but actually riding on top of one was another. It surely did provide some first hand experience to how powerful the monster really was. Seeing as she had never been atop a dragon before, she found it difficult to adjust to his movements and she swore she would have bounced right off if not for his wings. Even then, she still hunched herself lower, fingers desperately scrabbling to find something to hold onto and keep herself steady with. The rain pouring over her whilst she tried to find a handhold did nothing to make the task any easier for her. Rosalie was unable to deal with it, but the only few thoughts that kept her from making up her mind about him just yet was the brief moment of which he had decided to curl protectively around her earlier. Was that what he was doing now? Trying to protect her or even spare her life? He could have left.

A brief, yet sharp, burning sensation across her cheek made her wince and press a hand to her face, shock slowly being replaced with mere disbelief at the turn of events. She knew the world had a habit of changing in a split second, but she had hoped her karma would have kept her afloat for a bit longer than this. Was this because she never listened to her father when she was younger? 
When Rosalie drew her hand back, she found red smeared over her fingertips and started wishing that it had been ink instead. She hadn’t heard a gunshot go off which left one other projectile that possessed the speed and build to move this quickly and freely in midair. She raised her head just in time to see that arrows, three or maybe four, had soared through the air, shot in the direction Gore was heading. He had not been what they were trying to hit at all but what more could arrows do to him save for getting stuck and causing him pain? She didn’t even consider it for long. She wanted out.“Stop, stop STOP! Do you even have a plan? Let me down right now!” She yelled out of panic, pounding her fists against his back, trying to gain his attention. “Run [i]away[/I] from the danger, not towards it!!” The concern of slipping and falling off the large lizard, no matter the precautions taken by Gore beforehand, never did stray too far from mind. Surely, it must have been safe - or as safe as one felt it was - but Rosalie did not feel comforted in the slightest.

~

Snickering, even from her trusted assistant, rang in her ears. No matter how hard the rain poured, Marian still had an ear for mockery in her name. Grumbling incoherently to herself, she had stomped on the bone that hit her out of irritation, making demands for her party to be “quiet!!” She would have continued if Gore’s approach had not caused the party to scatter and forced her to run.
Since a clear path to safety was now out of the question thanks to the tree Gore had shouldered, Marian had to skid to a halt to avoid running into the natural barrier. She spun around quickly, eyes widening not in surprise, but excitement at how fast things were going. Yes, Gore’s size played to his advantage, but it also played to theirs as large targets were usually easy to hit. Gore was quickly approaching and she was fast running out of time to act, but Marian was still amused enough to laugh at the glint in the dragon’s eyes. She had seen it all too often for it to have been a surprise to her, anymore. Still, she thought, taking note of where the four arrows had landed just metres from her position, the rage in this one was different; it burned far deeper than just resentment for humans. No. Marian had seen far too many just to lump this look in with the previous ones. Was there something else, or had the dragon finally snapped and now fought out of blind fury? She let out a soundless chuckle at her luck, leaning back against the fallen tree like a trapped mouse expecting the worse. Such fright could never be good for the dear little thing and neither was it for her. No amount of shouting that girl on his back did would stop Gore from getting any closer, Marian guessed. He had eyes for her and only her, not the party she had brought along to capture him.

“What’s this?” Marian taunted with intent to get him in closer, “is rage the only thing that runs through your mind? Pah! Dragons being intelligent...ALL LIES! This was anticipated.” Such honour would be his downfall. Marian ended up waiting for a bit before finally giving the signal. Oh, how she’d make him [i]pay[/I] for embarrassing her in front of the company which she led. The arrows that had been fired earlier had been connected in some way, two hitting the ground, and two embedding themselves in the surrounding trees in a perfect position to raise an electrical net. Seeing as the tree Gore had knocked down contained an arrow, there was a bit of a ‘tear’ in the net. If Gore did not stop in time, he would surely be caught, the voltage running through the trap enough for paralysis. Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the rider.

Meanwhile, the party was carrying out with another plan which involved machines no bigger than an average person being planted into the ground. Seeing as the role of ‘bait’ had fallen to Marian, it would not be long until they finished setting up the two mechanisms. It was risky trying to get everything ready while the dragon charged in one direction, but if they succeeded, their gain would be greater. If Gore continued to linger for longer than what was wise, he would see that these machines acted in the same manner an anchor kept a ship in place. Large, steel chains would shoot out toward him and start to slowly retract as to render him immobile. Unless stopped, his fate was clear.