[ There's something she hadn't been anticipating. The light stings her eyes, and she ducks her head with a hiss, just in time for something sticky and awful to catch her flank. Her hiss deepens into a proper growl, irritated -- which is when the crumbling wall catches up with her.
Her wings snap out and beat at the air to lift her out and away from what has suddenly become far more bother than amusement, and the fog begins to swirl away and dissipate.
Meanwhile, she's changed her mind about not striking back. Through the thinning fog she can pick out the dark of the red and green, and she points one claw toward him from her strained hover. There's a hiss of that magical language, and a bright light streaks out toward him. She's toned the spell down, but if it hits, there won't be any question that he's just been blasted by a spell of burning light. ]
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Her wings snap out and beat at the air to lift her out and away from what has suddenly become far more bother than amusement, and the fog begins to swirl away and dissipate.
Meanwhile, she's changed her mind about not striking back. Through the thinning fog she can pick out the dark of the red and green, and she points one claw toward him from her strained hover. There's a hiss of that magical language, and a bright light streaks out toward him. She's toned the spell down, but if it hits, there won't be any question that he's just been blasted by a spell of burning light. ]