Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea! The moment Jasper started her own retort, the islander could feel her feet lose ground. Perhaps this wasn't the brightest of plans. She grit her teeth softly and held onto the collar around the woman's neck, growling back just as fiercely. Jasper was talking herself in circles, lying to herself as she went on to speak. "Ya not ah goddamn monstah, Jasp--" She was cut off as the woman before her kept going off. Had the islander been thinking, she would of just let go of the horn for fear of breaking it and hopped down, away from the threat, but as Jasper kept speaking, Eva could feel the irritation and rage building inside her. Even before she stopped speaking, Eva was already giving her own retort, raising her voice above the dragonkin's. "Stahp ya sulkan! Ya jus' whinan' n' circles abou'cha own problems rat'ta den solvan' dem! Ya not gonn--" This time it was the roar that cut Eva off and the painful yank she received that felt more like a punch to the gut with the force of it. She was forced to let go of the collar and thought she had let go of the horn when she crumbled to the ground and found that very horn in her hands. The roaring made sense now and the islander found herself backing up in the dirt to get away from the rage-filled dragonkin. Just how much of that need to protect her was left now that she'd gone and ripped the woman's second horn off? The fear filled Eva's throat like a sick bile she wanted to swallow back down or throw up just to get rid of, but she stood her ground. Even as a curled up heap. She gripped the horn in her hand, tempted to use it as a weapon if necessary, but hopefully her companion wasn't so near sighted as to fail to see the reason the horn ripped off in the first place was her own fault. Not that Eva was going to point that out right now.<br/><br/>"Jaspah... calm down. Talk ta me..." she whispered, trying her best to put on a soothing tone to keep the woman from lashing out at her. She stuffed the horn into one of her pouches and slowly rose from the ground only to fall back down again with a grimace as she rubbed her chest. This whole situation was just fucked. Why did this keep happening? Why couldn't they just get along? Eva needed a reset to the peaceful moments of last night where she had her chance to be open with the dragon rider. The islander keeled over, hugging her chest and coughing blood up onto the forest floor. "Aye'm sorreh..." she whispered near the dirt.