"Inara!" hisses the Dark Dragon. "This is your game, isn't it? Every time the eye turns on you, you sidestep and offer a better target. Don't eat me! Eat this deer! He is much tastier than I am! But I can taste [i]you [/i]on my tongue now - I can taste your pride, your clever wit and your [i]fear[/i]. And do you know what?"

The Dark Dragon licks her teeth. She sets Hazel down to the side. Reality aches as her heartblade wrenches itself from the void into her claws.

[i]"It's the most delicious thing on offer.[/i] Now come down here and face me."