Kenneth
He stared at the guard for a little while, his eyes flicking slightly as it stared down at the guard. He then shook his head, his tail still tightly coiled just in case the guard decided to lunge when he wasn't ready. He shook his wings, before picking up a book from the shelf, reading once more.
Willie
He growled, half in confusion of the odd gesture and half in annoyance. For a brief moment, he debated his options. For one, he could threaten again, but he would be seen as childish if the Prince ignored him, but if he could spike some fear in the haughty prince.. That could go far yet would prove to be difficult. He decided against it, keeping the idea of fear tucked away in his mind carefully, waiting for the perfect moment to exploit the Prince. Instead he focused on the book. "What is it? Did you figure out how to converse yet?" He indicated the book with a bob of his head, talking as if he hadn't a spear to the Prince's chest, withdrawing it only slightly.
Sandra
Permission to hit his head with the book??
Herbert
I find that so funny yes-
Kenneth
He snapped his book closed, as a dangerous smile arose from his face. 
"I rather think I have." He nodded, before throwing the thick, hardcover book towards Dingo

He snapped his book closed, as a dangerous smile arose from his face. 
"I rather think I have." He nodded, before throwing the thick, hardcover book towards Dingo's head. He then hissed at them, rattling his tail as he was fully prepared to fight them right then and there, and it was clear he had a goal to acheive.
Sandra
Sorry it's a lil short.
Willie
He hissed, flinching but not missing the blow. He brang his arm to his head, spear pointed toward the ceiling as he felt the blow then shaking his head and hissing aswell, all reason being gone with the book. He knew he himself was vulnerable on both sides for different reasons. The mobility his prosthetic didn't allow made for clunky movements and the soft flesh of his left arm was susceptible to damage. With that in mind, he charged with his spear infront of him, dagging a blow at the Prince's chest.
Kenneth
He snarled, slamming his talons at the edge of the blade of the spear to knock it completely out of the way, despite it scratching his talons slightly. He then slammed them on the side with one of his wing, his tail curling up like a scorpion, prepared to launch if they dared to attack from the side. He was even willing to inject the venom in very lethal locations as well. The worst he'd get was a slap on the wrist, and the guard wouldn't have to suffer any punishments for picking a fight with him.
Willie
He stumbled but got up quickly, growling. He twirled his spear and obtained a firmer grip, instead throwing it with all his muscle. It was directed toward his head. He had arranged it so if it was (disappointedly) dodged, it would puncture a wing tip if he was lucky.
Kenneth
He didn't expect them to do that, just barely avoiding the spear, but it did slice his wing slightly. He let a rusty roar out, before defaulting to a snarl as he lunged at them. Even if he could roar well, him roaring meant he was dead on serious about a death perhaps happening. His tail whipped out and aimed on the side that didn't have the prosthetic arm, and was clearly aiming at the shoulder. His talons dug into whatever it grabbed onto, baring his fangs as his wings spread out and hit the bookshelves behind himself.
Willie
He roared in pain, scales slicing down parts of his neck and some of his shoulder. He had managed to dodge the stinger- just barely- as he stumbled. No clear thoughts ran in his mind, only fear and anger with adrenaline pumping in his veins. Without thought, he lifted his prosthetic and using the metal 'muscle' that helped keep his balance in check, using the back of his lower arm and whacked the Prince, trying to fend him off.
Kenneth
He hissed as the arm smacked his neck, coughing for a few seconds before snarling at them. 
"Now I have proof that you decided to pick a fight with royalty. Have fun with the punishment my sister may deal. If she doesn't do anything... *I'll* Ensure something happens." He chuckled, whipping his tail dangerously as blood dripped down from the slice on his wing.
Willie
"Or..." He began, advancing as he ignored the pain, "You and me and have a day trip to the SeaWing Kingdom, I'm *Sure* They'd love to ||eat something exotic, scorpion, will I call you?"|| He laughed, his voice casual and implication clear. His smile was crooked, spreading his wings slightly to appear bigger. "Besides, who said you were going back to your rat of a sister?" He asked, pouncing into him to try knock him down.
Herbert
I spoilered it cause it may be unsettling. Uh tw for eating ig-
Sandra
Sir, just so you know, I deal with darker jokes and much more brutal rps in my friend group rp server *Wheezing*

So don't worry about it too much
Herbert
It's not that dark and nothing was said in the rules so I put there incase JSDYFushd
David
Stop being a tattletale walker 🙄
Herbert
Snitches get stitches
Kenneth
He growled lowly, arching his neck up as his tail coiled up once more. His ears pinned down backwards as he snapped his jaws at them, before they lunged. He swiftly slid mostly to the side, before grabbing at their arm and once more tried to strike them with his tail. His wing slammed into their spine, the talon on it curling into the scales, drawing blood.
Willie
He yanked his arm back, hurting something in his joints despite dodging the lethal barb. He winced, suddenly fearing he couldn't keep the very scales that lined his shoulder. The fear was present in his eyes for merely a second, turning around and trying to scratch the Prince with the sharp claws on his prothsetic. He snarled, stepping backwards as blood trailed down his side from the earlier puncture. He growled, letting fire build up in his throat as he cautiously eyed him, a faint idea pricking at the sides of his brain.
Kenneth
He chuckled when he saw the glimpse of fear, his tail whipping in the air as he knew what they were doing. 
"Better be careful, otherwise you're going to explain why you burned the whole library down..." He narrowed his eyes, smiling wickedly as his wings shuffled. He was waiting for them to make the next move, crouching down slightly to make his tail in a more prominent pose to be able to strike them once more.
Willie
While reckless, he wasn't stupid. He advanced swiftly, not coming too close in proximity as he feinted an attack of his chest and parts of his neck, mostly because it was predictable. Flinching back, he quickly turned and grabbed his spear, it pointed with some of the Prince's blood. A new confidence fell, it shown through his posture and expression. He was still wary, especially how his shoulder ached as he held up his spear. 
The idea of using fire still ran through his mind, an array of excuses backing him up. All he had to do was silence the Prince. 
He kept any rebuttles silent for fear they would release another pricking idea. He chose something relating to a mocking self pity instead. "It's a shame I didn't wear my armour today, don't you think?" He twirled the spear in his talons, tapping the blunt handle on the floor for a moment as if he demanded an answer. His tounge flicked out not unlike a snake as he slowly advanced, cautious yet assertive.