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Friend? That was a strong word for Bluemoon to use when he had only met her that morning. Hemlock wasn't sure if he'd ever had someone that he could call a friend before. Well, he supposed Juniper was his friend now too. These Sandwings though? These Sandwings were decidedly not in any way, shape, or form friendly. He might not know a lot about interacting with other dragons, but he did have enough knowledge to know that the stinger sitting under his chin was [i]very[/i] dangerous.

A chorus of laughter from the troupe echoed around the empty streets as Bluemoon spoke. The presumed ringleader who stood in front of Hemlock grinned viciously, [b]"I don't think Queen Gila would mind one less freak in her city."[/b]

[color=00a99d][b]"Well, that's just rude,"[/b][/color] Hemlock retorted blandly. The stinger, that had drifted slightly downwards shot back up to his throat with a snarl from the Sandwing. At the same moment he heard the sound of Bluemoon hitting the ground and his eyes flicked over to her. His claws itched to do something but he was significantly smaller than all of these Sandwings. His size would give him an advantage in getting away though and he didn't waste a second when Bluemoon told him to run. 

He craned his neck backwards away from the stinger, letting his body follow the movement so that he could roll to the ground and back to his feet, safely under the stinger that swung for his head. A spear thudded into the ground next to his foot as he leapt away, hooking his claws into the sandstone of a nearby building to haul himself up. The blood was pounding in his ears as he looked to the ringleader and the other, paler Sandwing that had thrown the spear at him. He knew he didn't have more than a moment before they came after him but he couldn't leave Bluemoon on the ground, pinned with claws around her throat. 

A sadistic gleam entered his eyes as he pulled his bag that always hung around his neck to his front, tucking himself further back on the roof out of sight. He had plants in there sure, but insects also loved plants, and he had collected a solid number that lived in his little ecosystem contentedly. It took him only a second to stick his claw in and find the little critters he was looking for. A small troupe of ants with massive jaws. Normally harmless on dragon scales, but not everywhere was scaled.

[b]"Can't get away that easy little insect,"[/b] the pale Sandwing pulled himself up on top of the roof with a flap of his wings, spear in claw.

[color=00a99d][b]"Interesting choice of words,"[/b][/color] Hemlock grinned back at the Sandwing. Instead of turning to run away he leapt towards the larger dragon, a push of his wings getting him up above the Sandwing. A shake of his claws both agitated the insects there and jostled them free, directly onto the face of the Sandwing who was staring up at him, spear poised to attack. The moment the ants hit his face they made a beeline for the Sandwings nostrils and eyes, snapping down with thick jaws which had the other dragon screaming in agony, stumbling backwards off the roof. 

Hemlock couldn't help but cackle as the dragon pawed at his face, writhing on the ground, as he fought to get the biting insects off. The ringleader glared up at him, in both rage and horror, as he pulled back and jumped over to the next roof, closer to Bluemoon so he could try and help her. Hopefully without getting a stinger lodged in his back.