With the roar of the dragonmen and the beginning of combat, the shouts through the Scry-Spheres from Icemore become harder and harder to hear, like a distant buzzing in the back of the mind. "I hear shouting!" she yells out, "Set up the teleporter. We can't see shit back here. What? No, don't bring them back, get me visuals!" The Scry-Spheres roll slowly on the ground, the pink goo covering them and holding them to the floor.<br/><br/>As Claw and Wing charge forward, there is a moment of hesitation on Wing's face, his draconic eyes widening for a moment as he sees the scale of the incoming threat. His steps falter for just a moment as Hera spins between the two and makes a huge swing for Claw. Claw barely get his blade up to turn Foebiter from his throat to his shoulder, letting out a roar of pain and being thrown off his feet by the force of the hit and the huge gash to his shoulder. He swings his own sword up, preventing an immediate downstroke from finishing him off.<br/><br/>With Hera's back to him for a moment, Wing wraps an arm around her neck and tries to hold her back from Claw. He grasps and fights to try to get his other clawed hand on her sword panting loudly against her ear, before he gets a latch of his fingers around her wrist. The brute strength of the draconian is probably lesser than Hera overall, but enough to offer some serious resistance. His armored body presses up against her firmly, his muscular arm wrapped around her neck and trying to squeeze her out. A lustful growl comes from his throat, drawing attention to the presence of a thick lump of his cock freed of the hanging loincloth and pressing up against the back of Hera's goo dripping tunic. "Ooh, she's a big one," growls out Wing as he struggles to control her movement.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>While the first of the two melee combat women rips through scale and hide, Kieri takes a different approach. The two dragonborn running towards her begin to stumble their steps and slow down, looks of confusion and frustration on their faces. The one with the Fang breastplate, the one Kieri more directly spoke to, makes a snarl and points a claw at her, "Nresh isn't stupid. Nresh can fight and claim his own." Still, his eyes quickly take in the count of women and draconics and he seems to realize that she is right.<br/><br/>The other dragonman reaches up and gives him a shove, "Stop this, human is fooling you." He raises his blade and points it towards Lani, Rali, and Ilhanna. "If you're so worried about getting your share, go help Blash and Felin. I want this one." He gives a wide, toothy grin and points a pointed, dangerous looking sickle at Kieri, stepping forward. "Won't even need to take armor off her before having some fun." Nresh, the Fang, stands looking somewhat unsure what to do as Tail raises his sickle and swings it for Kieri.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the other two draconians charge the less obviously armed members of the party, Lani's hand raises to the one marked with Flame. He moves quickly, leaping down steps to charge at her. His mouth opens in a wide, toothy grin as he lands immediately before her sending up a burst of dust. A thick, clawed hand grabs onto her hair and pushes her to her knees, heedless of the hand raised at him. "Mmmmn, been a while since I've enjoyed some elf," growls out Flame with huge teeth shining. "Going to keep you all to myself." He reaches down to free his cock from it's loincloth, the massive red member surging out to point at Lani's face. This, in all likelihood, is an enormous mistake with her ready to cast.