Masquerade stopped when she came to a wall of fire that met the arena wall, her speed doing her little good as the dragon closed in on her. She turned and stomped at the ground in defiance, snorting. Ferix was amused as he stomped towards her, towering over the pony. His head wreathed in smoke and flame, he looked nothing short of demonic. She spread her one good wing wide, the other singed and injured stayed by her side, its wingblade missing.