Aside from the infrequent soft grumbles, Drache and Raffey were both quiet as the crimson dragonkin tapped and poked the stones with the javelin, her claws pricking against the wooden length. Her ear-frill gave a flick at Raffey's voice speaking in his own language. She couldn't understand it of course, and glanced his way as she lifted up the javelin out of his way.

She never saw the trick step. Following silently behind the shorter not-human, it was only by sheer luck that she was close enough to be grabbed and hauled bodily down to the ground. Her wings unfurled automatically, flying up behind her like a pair of collapsed parasols as she went tumbling down with a hissing, spitting snarl and a final[color=ed1c24] "Oof!"[/color]

Drache's breath was hot on Raffey's face, the hybrid stunned for a moment, glancing back over her shoulder as she pushed herself up. [color=ed1c24]"Why the fu-....oh, [i]xsio![/i]" [/color]Upon noticing the lethal spears that had nearly impaled them both, Drache turned back to Raffey with a note of appreciation on her scaly visage. He'd saved her life. Huh. Luckily she wasn't one of those idiots who believed in life debts or any such nonsense. As she scrambled to her feet, twisting like a cat, Drache was amazed that she had gotten away unscathed, being closer to the spines than Raffey.

Or, nearly unscathed. There was a hole in her wing membranes; harmless, but annoying. Hearing Raffey's grunt she looked down. "That looks bad." Her face scrunched worriedly but she didn't try to help, knowing that when it came to healing things she was likely to just make things worse. The scent of blood filled her nostrils. [color=ed1c24]"Can you walk?"[/color] At first it seemed a stupid thing to ask, but then, the bleeding was already slowing. Either Raffey or his people must have been made out of sterner stuff.

While the air was filled with the sound of tearing fabric and a man hastily bandaging his injured leg, Drache kept watch on the portal, but only after tearing her eyes away from the spear trap. She wondered what it would feel like to be the one person left alive after unwittingly slaughtering those behind you. And she wondered at the reason for the trap. Unless it was meant to stop something going the other way...

She shook her horns. Not knowing what was behind the portal made it hard to guess anything else about this place. "Yes. I'm fine, nothing serious." She waggled her wings as if to prove it and then stood awkwardly by as he helped himself up. [color=ed1c24]"You know if you wanted me on top all you had to do was ask..."[/color]

The firebreather was unable to help the joke, but it sounded strained and she was still looking around, her attention snapping back as the monster-hunter told her to leave him behind. [color=ed1c24][i]"Rhyvobit!"[/i][/color] She snapped, the draconic word for bullshit, offended, looking him dead in the eyes. [color=ed1c24]"I believe that about as much as you'd believe me if I said I was going for help."[/color] 

She moved close, slipping her arm around Raffey's back so that he could lean on her, which would work well given that she was a bit taller. Her wing swept protectively around him too as she helped him away from the spines and towards the edge of the arena.