The half-dragon nearly refused to lend her strength to Laurel's, suspicious of making herself vulnerable in helping her friend. It was purely in the interest of self-preservation that Drache let the flames issuing from her mouth and fingertips subside. Having seen how much water was flooding the temple, they couldn't afford to not work together. Edging closer to Laurel as if closing the distance made it easier to feed her strength into the alufiend, Drache poured her energy into the other firespinner's workings the same way she would blow it out with her firebreath or feed her talent into a campfire. 

And along with the strength, there was an outsurge of her passion. Rage, lust, these passionate things that roiled just under the surface all the time. She gave them to Laurel, and watched with a primal grimace as the firespout grew and twisted like a blazing tornado. The heat made the air shimmer wildly, the scent of steam and scorched stone filling her tiny, flaring nostrils. The powers crashed against each other and Drache felt the strain, but even as she started to feel drained, she reveled in the feeling of so much magic.

The dragonkin dug her talons against the desiccatingly dry floor when Laurel called out her warning, which was the only reason she didn't jump back at the sight of the huge watery thing. Shadows and shapes wavered as elemental forces swirled around the cavern, the flames licking low against the ground as they flooded back towards the pit. It looked something like a dragon, some kind of giant serpent made out of water, the dark core in its head easy to see through the semi-transparent fluid shaped like a beast around it.

The vile maw of the beast launched itself towards them and Drache shoved Laurel aside, hard, out of the way. She tried to leap the other direction, splitting the creature's target into two, perhaps giving themselves a few more seconds to live. But her gesture was futile. Drache laughed, a cruel snort of a sound as it seemed that the creature had mistimed its strike straight into the ground. It was only out of the corner of her eye that she noticed Sirik's dark figure dart into the shadows, pursued by the creature. 

[color=ed1c24]"Oh [i]xsio[/i]!"[/color] the dragonkin spat, dodging the flailing tail, impressed by Sirik's daring. [color=ed1c24]"I hope he lives. For being so quiet he certainly has a talented tongue." [/color]

But her reminiscing on Sirik's virtues was short-lived. [color=ed1c24]"Come on. We don't know how long he can keep that thing busy."[/color] Racing towards the pit, Drache growled and snapped threateningly at the elementals, leaping at the back of one and raking her claws through the core in its center to destroy it. They seemed reluctant to attack now that the absent monster had challenged them. [color=ed1c24]"Get back!"[/color]

She knew that Laurel's intent was focused on the tiny fiery creatures they could both sense down in the pit. Drache didn't know what they were, and her interest was more for the temple itself. She had never seen it before, but she hated seeing it this way, crowded and bespoiled by the watery beasts that had taken up residence. By all rights they should flee now while they still could, and a look she shot at Kraven betrayed her misgivings about lingering here any more. 

[color=ed1c24]"This is a fucking fire temple! Surely there is something here was can use to fight them off."[/color] The braziers still flickered warmly all over, but drawing from them was getting tiresome. She looked around hastily. She was mad. Mad that stumbling across this place hadn't been a great deal more pleasant. 

Reaching the edge of the pit, she hesitated to peek over, not wanting to get blasted in the face by the concentrated jets of fire being launched at the water elementals. So she lit her fist on fire instead and held it over the edge, cringing slightly as her claws pricked against her own palm.

[color=ed1c24][i]"See? Friends!"[/i][/color]