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Wireframe was now, in a sense, riding the dragon. She hadn't come up here with some grand plan. This had been the immediate countermeasure to avoid getting pulled along. But now she was here, she could look around for some kind of weak spot, or some way to turn the tide of the fight. Before shecould make much progress in this endevour, the Dragon suddenly exploded in flame. The moment Wireframe felt the heat and her breain registered what was happening, she turned her entire body to wire.

The wire that was formely Madicon's main body uncurled and began to flutter loosely while the flamed raged, before soon subsiding. Luckily the fire wasn't hot enough or prolonged enough tosignificantly ment the steel, though some parts were...soft. Wireframe began reforming herself the moment the coadt was clear, but having unfurled from the drag, Her body parts had ended upallover the place. She began to reveart herself carefully and in order, briefly stopping to work around a kink in the wire. Each modicum of progress she made also pulled her back closer to the dragon as the amount of wire between her and the tight wrappings stillaround the Dragon's wing became shorter. She hadn't yet noted the new smudginess of the Dragon's appearence, but she did feelthat somebody out of view and on the dragon was using some of the slack wire as makeshift reins. Wireframe had mixed feelings about that.