It was starting to get noisier and noisier as the dragons and hydras alike began to regain control over their own vocal chords. Their voices growing in strength and beginning to fill the room. Arguing, muttered comments, Terra screaming hysterically at the hydra who seemed to have completely forgotten their most effective means of evading capture from dragons when they needed it the most now against a surprisingly common enemy. Common, he supposed to some extent because in truth, a dragon, a hydra, any being of before was never made to bow to that of mortal kind. And yet here they were, restrained, violated and nothing more than waiting subjects for when their captors returned. And what exactly were they doing about it? Wasting their time arguing and pushing the blame around!! It was enough to make the fiery dragon grit down on his teeth, the heat rising in the pit of his stomach like re-ignited coals. His wings clanged against the metal table against his back as he tugged at the leather enforced restraints that forced him down, 

[center] [color=red][h1]"QUIET QUIET!"[/h1][/color][/center]

  He was not made the unofficial head of the draconian council for nothing, but right now, aside from his voice there was nothing. Completely exhausted from the simple exertion, the dragon slumped back against the table, panting. Much had been taken out of him and even at his lowest, Regnum had never felt this weak before. Obviously, he wasn't going to stay around and let them worsen his condition nor abuse the right of his team. 

  "Stop arguing," It felt strange to say those words, without Sanare around though to play the patience of the leader, he had to step much fuller into his room. Fighting against the pain and exhaustion, he licked his lips and continued, "We need to, we need to figure our way out of this before they come back, before all we can do is argue! Now..." He paused to breathe, but not for long or else he wouldn't find the strength to speak again, "Do any of you...see an exit?"
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  It seemed that even with his encouragement, Skylark was stuck fast and steady. The door creaking, but not giving way to him. Gritting his teeth, the young dragon slid off of his brother once more, running up to the door and placing his hand against his metal. Staring down teary eyed at it, he felt his own anger start to build because they were so close..so close to outside, to the others, but now they had just gotten themselves into an even worse situation! "It's not fair!" He raised his fist and bashed it down against the door, wincing as the metal bit back coldly. Throwing his hands against it repeatedly as his brother continued to squirm next to him, "It's not fair, Sky! It's not! We can get out, it's not fair if we're stuck here!" He cried out, the sound of his clanging bound to attract some attention. 

  Like the attention of a passing guard come to investigate the bangings and clangings coming down the corridor. Eyes glowing golden, he chanced upon the panicking dragon,  but before he could reach for his own stunning weapon, the swing of Skylar's head knocked him backwards and out cold onto the floor, simple as that. 


Alternate ending

  [s]Like the attention of a guard who with one simple swipe and already made orders, could behead a captured beast in one fell swoop[/s]