Wendy grins and brings her staff around in a two-handed grip, about to dodge sideways and swing it like a bat, using the heavy gemstone as a club, when Arkain yanks her clear. She picks herself up after she's dragged aside, nodding. "I'm fine! I HAD HER!" she growls, flexing her shoulders. She stands and looks over at the dragon, taking a deep inward breath. She snarls and blows a large fireball at her foe.<br/><br/>"We'll need to work in a team, this thing's tough. But I doubt it's as tough as Dad, and I've beaten him several times...!" She grins wider, releasing the chain-chomps. "Sick 'em, boys! Chompsy! Plumber-Eater, rip it apart!"<br/><br/>The toothed iron balls, released from their bonds, lunge at the dragon, splitting up and attacking from each side.