She growled as the blood leaked slowly from the small cut, her blade only kissing the skin of the lizard as he continued to move. The change in his weapon was noted, but pushed back for later study. She wanted his blood to flow, to bathe in the rich darkness. Her hair flew with her body as she twisted around with her blade as he attacked. Her form ready to change at the instance his halberd would touch her skin.<br/><br/>Her heart was a bright flame, her blood boiling with the fire, though her soul was as ice. She was rarely moved to the point she would lose herself, but she was fast approaching. She didn't know what fates laid this dragon at her door, but they must be twisted fates at that. She only lost herself when training with her siblings or father. That his dragon could do so in such a short amount of time should have been warning, but the cold calculating woman that she was, was missing a larger picture than a hard headed egotistical male that would do as she commanded, because she had earned her position above him.<br/><br/>Shock took her, eyes wide, as a burning twisted in her shoulder. Stopping her forward movement, blade still, she looked down to see something that had never happened before. His halberd was wedged in her shoulder, with her as solid as rock. She looked down at the glowing weapon, the burning blazing to her heart and head, out of control.