Mouse swore to herself as Zavros revealed himself and positioned himself for battle. If only he had just stayed with the boat like she had told him to...<br/><br/>She swore to herself<em>a lot</em>as she suddenly realized that if she wanted to do anything about that, she'd need to enter battle on the wrong side of a<em>dragon</em>.<br/><br/>She spent a few precious seconds shaking her fist at the sky for that one. Fate might not have been real, but<em>something</em>up there was having fun with her.<br/><br/>But she wasn't about to see him come to harm, since he was only here in the first place because he had helped her. "On your left," she said, and quick as a flash she was at his elbow. Her walking stick wasn't nearly as fearsome-looking a weapon as his hammer or Kisara's axes, but it was steady in her grip.