Wings of Fire; Claws of Betrayal (EDITING)

CHAPTER SEVEN

The NightWing attacked first.

Each talon-tip glinted wickedly in the lava light as he lunged at Blue, his jaws wide as he summoned every scrap of warmth inside of him (which, frankly, would be hard to do for a dragon as cold-hearted as he was) to shoot fire at her. 

Blue dodged his leap, curling her tail and slamming it into his side as she did so. The NightWing roared in pain, whipping around to face her. Blue panicked as she watched his jaws open to release fire. Hot, orange talons of fire reached towards her, hungrily trying to grab her. Blue ducked, shrieking in pain as she felt the flames brush against the tip of her ear-ruffs "YOWCH! That HURT, you overripe plum!" she roared, her horns stinging. 

"That's what you get, dumb rainbow dragon," the NightWing snarled. Then he attacked again.

Blue, still seething in pain, barely dodged as he tried to impale her with his stick. He reeled around to face her again, brandishing his spear like a sword.

Blue hissed at him, flicking her tongue out. This time she struck first, her talons reaching out, trying to grab his stick. The NightWing twisted it out of her way, pulling it back to stab her, leaving his underscales unprotected.

Blue wasn't a master fighter. In fact, she'd never even fought in her life before now (if you didn't count her using her venom on the SkyWing to protect her, Elk and Gleam a month ago) so she wasn't a master strategist when it came to fighting. She didn't know any of the weak spots every other tribe knew about, since RainWings were a peaceful tribe, uninvolved in the war as none of the sisters wanted their help. But she knew for a fact that the belly scales were a weak spot for dragons.

Wasting no time, Blue sunk her talons into his stomach. The NightWing roared in agony, bringing the stick down quick to smash it into her skull. Swiftly, Blue grabbed it before it could clonk her around the head. The NightWing, in pain, had weakened his grip on the spear. She wrenched it out of his talons and kicked him hard, making him fall the ground, groaning in pain. Seeing him in agony made her remember the throb in her own ear-ruffs, but she ignored the pain for now.

She pointed the sharp end of the stick at the NightWing's neck, lined accurately at the place where, applied with the right amount of pressure, would kill him. "Elk. The SandWing. Where is he?" she hissed at him, thrusting the wicked end closer to his neck.

"What makes you think I'd tell you?" the NightWing scoffed, apparently not noticing the fact that the spear was almost touching his scales.

"I think you haven't realised yet, but this spear is aimed right at your vocal cords, which, stabbed with enough pressure, will kill you," Blue growled. "Not to mention my venom is aimed at your face."

The NightWing shifted uncomfortably at the mention of venom. Blue noticed his scar once again. Then she realised - if she stabbed him in the throat, he'd die instantly, but if she venomed him, he'd have a fifty-fifty chance of surviving. Blue knew the NightWing didn't like those odds, and definitely didn't want to go through that amount of pain again. "The SandWing," Blue repeated, poking his neck, not enough to kill him, but enough to draw blood.

"The labyrinth. Two turns to the left, first turn on the right, then head straight forwards until you see five doors. Pick the second, and he should be there," the NightWing muttered, the instructions said so quietly and quickly Blue almost couldn't make sense of what he said.

Blue poked him hard. 

"YOWCH!" the NightWing roared. "What more do you want?"

"Say it louder," Blue ordered, displaying her venom-fangs.

The NightWing repeated the instructions, and Blue forced him to unbound her wings and take her neck band off. After a lot of whining and grumbling, he did it, and Blue was off.