They would approach.  Why would they come so near when there was so much noise.  The whispering, the anger, why they would create cause of concern was beyond Wiflor.  How many were there...five...six...There had to be something to this.  Why did things seem so wrong?  Something like this shouldn't be a problem but there was something else causing her concern but she just couldn't figure out what exactly it was.   It had to be the voices.<br/><br/>She felt it baring down so hard though.  The more she heard, the more she felt the more she thought she was being crushed by an unknown force.  So many things pressuring her.  But why?  She couldn't see anything but those dragons and all she could hear was voices.   Voices telling her to calm down.  Why was there more pressure on her shoulder?  With a quick glance she'd look to Cyrus, her darkened eyes seeming to regain a little color.<br/><br/>But the hatchlings would take that as the moment of weakness.  Within those few seconds the sounds of their claws etching the ground as they moved.  The noise of their fires readying.  Wiflor's eyes immediately turned black as they made their attempts, the girl moving in an instant from his hands and towards those charging.  The first who thought to prepare it's breath would be torn in almost an instant, the motions not even seen as Wiflor passed them to the second dragon that was raising it's claws.  One more quick slash would go unseen as it's chest cavity was torn and it's heart dropping out and to the ground.<br/><br/>By the time Wiflor could be seen again a third dragon would be raised above the ground, stunned by the display and not moving at first.  The others quickly backing away and lessening the thought of assaulting.  With her hand on the third dragon's neck as it remained above the ground one would of thought it over, but as it readied to whip her the snapping sound could be heard.  Pressure applied from her hand would crush it's neck and as it went limp she'd simply throw it aside like it was a doll.<br/><br/>She stood there in silence for several more seconds, the deep growl sounding once more as the remaining dragons kept creeping farther and farther away, regrouping.  Finally one gained enough courage to step forward and with a spin Wiflor would take up a large stone and throw it, the stone gaining enough speed to rip off half of the creature's head.  That alone was enough to make the others run, not wanting to lose anymore or risk their own lives.  Not when they were too young to have their own dens and collection of treasures.  They had no natural desire to fight to the death with nothing to fight for.<br/><br/>But even as they ran Wiflor stood there, slowly gaining enough sense to hold to her head and cry to herself.  Her body would shake as she tried to regain her senses.  To regain her mind.  Why was there so much noise?  Slowly peeking out from her fingers she'd look to Cyrus, her eyes blackened but almost seeming pleading.  As if she was begging for help.  And with that prayer that perhaps Cyrus could make it stop, she would simply fall to her knee.  It was not a good place for her.  She had to leave somehow, but at this point her legs were starting to refuse her.