Sachmis quickly turned, tossing the hatchling into the woods as the hum of the emerald dragon began. She twisted and actually slid behind Arkon as the sound blast was released. Her ears tucked tight she still felt a ripple of disorienting pain. She gasped and shuddered, trying to catch her breath, but to stay still would warrant death, from either Arkon or the green dragon. Stumbling, she leapt from the clearing and launched her body about halfway up a tree. Claws buried deep in the wood she watched the stream of acid and growled. Acid was nasty business, and Arkon's was savage. She saw the girl move but still get hit by the acid and shuddered. Sachmis watched, seeing as how Arkon and the other dragon were at least twice her size, she wouldn't  win any match in brawn. But she was clever and cunning, ruthless and quite a cheater when it came to fighting. But this was no longer her fight, the hatchling out of the firefight she could leave, so why didn't  she? She growled again, mussing to herself  as she watched the fight unfold.