Seeing the now obvious imminence of the danger, Ixia began to wave frantically. But the Dragon paid no attention. Sparks of magma sparkled the ground as he aimed the now gigantic fireball towards the Fae.
âNo! Magentaâs there!!!â cried Ixia.
âLIKE HELL I CARE!â roared Arcturus. He was about to fire when Magenta appeared on the balcony's landing, shivering and utterly bewildered.
The burning ball of fire with an enraged dragon behind it that now floated above his parched pool just added to his confusion. He felt his brain had somehow disconnected or stopped processing reality. Was it perhaps pouting?
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Seeing that Magenta was actually in the impact zone, Arcturus grumbled as he bit down on the fireball and swallowed it. This was no matter for jokes, after all. He threw a terrible look at the pixie and spat further sewage-born language at her.
He then spoke telepathically to the pixie. âAll cancelled. Wing fucked up badly. Now tell him and fuck off.â
âDonât tell me he...â
âOf course, he did! The fuckface!â
âOk but why are youâ?â
âSo you can fuckinâ tell Magenta! Iâm done here.â
âNo, wait!â
The Dragon took off.
Magenta looked up stupidly. He heard Arcturusâ loud voice in the skies bellowing, âWe both heard you BARK!â This seemed to cause an electric reaction, which brought him back.
âI... barked? Would you mind telling me what the hell youâre up to and whatâs going on here?! And why is our place in shambles, incinerated and flooded?!â