"Get back!" Krouser shouted suddenly, shoving Iris out of the way of a sudden explosion of light blue spikes from the calm earth, a forest of blue throns spreading far and wide, ready to dice up anyone not ready. Krouser was run through the stomach, the Jester's cackle ringing darkly in the ears of the listeners. "Too bad, so sad, mister lizard. It seems you have lost that fear aspect of your power in the time you spent searching for the perfect pawns..." the jester said, jumping up suddenly landing next to the injured dragon, who glared at him with fury but was stuck to the spot.