Clara was starting to struggle with the creatures that continually attacked her. She also heard the sound of the dragon fighting and wondered if he even had a chance. She hissed in pain as something clawed at her foot which she kicked away, hard. She even heard it hit the wall and hoped its spine had snapped. She could almost start curseing the dragon when he started to to spit out fire. She kept her eyes closed or she would be momentarialy blinded since his attacks were not always with fire. She very nearly thought he was trying to kill her off when a volly of those hot water attacks came at her, but his attack killed most of the creatures around her giving her a moments reprieve and open her eyes.<br/><br/>Her eyes did burn when a fire ball whooshed by but she got used to it and was back to hacking and slashing. The dragon had obviously hit his head on something since it appeared he was helping her. Soon the creatures numbers dwindled and the cavern grew quiet of everything but the dragons light growls and breathing as well as her more exhausted ones. The battle had taken a lot out of her and at the moment she prayed the she was the last thing on the dragons mind as she caught her breath.<br/><br/>She was getting tired of the darkness and needed to see after a few minuted went by. She was sure the bastards were dead now so she had to deal with a dragon. She said her spell and her sword lip up but she didn't point it at the dragon this time. She wouldn't admit it to him, but she was very drained at the moment and wouldn't win in another battle with him. So now here she was facing a dragon and running on empty. Then her earlier thought came back to her and since she saw no harm in asking she did, "Why did ou help me?" Her words had been steady and she put up a strong front but she was still on edge and ready to spring into action if he attacked her.