Willie
Like glass, his control had shattered.
Before he knew it, he tackled the prince to the floor, claws puncturing Walker's scales and releasing a deafening roar. With his spear disregarded on the floor and wings slightly spread for balance, he eyed the Prine with a deep hatred, not caring if it was shown. The words he'd tell himself in his darkest moments were being told to him. He'd always make sure to disprove the thoughts, (or atleast distract himself from them,) but somehow it had more weight when someone validated the negativity.
"I'll kill you! I'll do worse than that- I'll make you wish you were dead." He growled, claws digging deeper into his scales. His wings flared with his words as if to provide truth to the threats. "Do you want that, O' Mighty Prince?" He asked, patronising rumbles added to the malice in his tone. He raised his head from the Prince, sail flaring from the curve of his neck as he looked down in disdain.
Kenneth
He screeched, his tail flailing in the air as it slammed against the shelves, bruising the tail and possibly ||cracked the bone.||He then snarled at them, snapping his jaws at them, his own talons digging into their scales. He half-heartedly tried to pull his tail up, but it sent pain down his spine and set it back down. 
"I don't really care what you do to me. Do what you will, you will most likely lose another limb if you go through with your empty threats." He cackled, snarling once more at them, panting as the pain was definitely affecting him, but he didn't show it very well. He kept his talons dug in their shoulders, but not as deeply as he wanted them to be.
Willie
He snarled, readjusting his footing for a moment as if Walker were merely a fly. His anger hid his pain well, though you could find it in his eyes if you searched. *"You,* My dear friend, will be the one with a missing limb. Or perhaps a missing tail." The sides of his maw curled into a smile. "So many tendons, however would I choose?" He took his right arm off of him, shifting his weight to his abled leg. He lingered his claws just below the Princes shoulders, where the tendons lay.
"Do you want a ||clean cut?"|| He asked casually, putting pressure on the leg with his weight to start to puncture his scales.
Herbert
*Not me hoping i remembered the definition of tenons right*
Sandra
To or not to see if i can get egg to bring the queen in here...

To intercept the fight y'know??

Oh wait yeah that would be just worse for him. Well crap.