[b]FERALISS / TYRIAN[/b] 

Tyrian was relieved that The Winged Shadow was unharmed, but he was devastated that he couldn't stop Alissa as easily as he had hoped. He looked away from The Winged Shadow and stared into the sky at the raging dragon. 

"She's my friend. Her name is Feraliss- she's a shapeshifter- and she just witnessed her parents' murder." Tyrian looked back at Shadow. "We need to calm her down, get her to stop, before she hurts anyone. She's just scared and angry. She's not usually like this..." 

Feraliss reared, releasing a stream of flames into the sky as Tertia arrived. She flailed, trying to shake the holding-onto-her-head thing off of her back. Turning sharply, she dove, slamming her back into a concrete building and shaking herself back and forth. She landed on the ground hard, rearing back and whipping her head to the left and right, finally bashing her skull against a car. Despite her antics, she couldn't get the holding-onto-her-head thing off of her, so she rolled onto her back and squirmed against the ground. 

Tyrian turned suddenly, hearing the crash and roars. "COME ON!" he shouted to The Winged Shadow, and he tightened his wings against his back and ran on all fours toward the crash site. Alissa was rolling around on the ground, and clinging to her was Hank. 

"HANK!" he shouted, then suddenly stopped, realizing that the blue beast-man was still alive. He hadn't melted him or disfigured him. He glanced down at his paw-hands, remembering the moment he held Alissa when she had been thrown into the building, then when he had touched Hank, and realization flooded over his thoughts.

"I can...heal. I heal others." He looked back up and clenched his paw-hands into fists. 

"Shadow, I need to get to her head! Get her attention, and I'll get Hank! I need you guys to keep her on the ground! I have an idea!" He spread his wings and flew up toward Hank.