The others stopped attacking. Their eyes were glued to their fellow dragonkin's corpse.
The gruesome spectacle had not yet been swallowed by the dungeon, resting upon the frozen murky waters, blood seeping from its corpse before freezing and welding its corpse to the waters.
The Crystal Owl's smile died only a moment after relieving that side of her frustration. Her eyes looked up again at the dragonkin, who'd put some more distance between themselves and her.
'Now, then…'
With that excessive display of force, Ximena could tell the two who'd been in charge of assessing her had come to a simple conclusion: they couldn't win.
A message they'd undoubtedly relayed to the four others.
Their arrows were already running out, and they held no chance in hand-to-hand combat, especially since they were neither allowed to open their mouths nor eyes. Ximena wasn't even sure if they could breathe through their nostril slits — perhaps they had cut that off too.
Then again, perhaps not.
