The dragon appeared... surprised.
It stared at King Guorthigirn with a predictable degree of disbelief-- just as baffled or confused as Domhnall or any other observer.
"YEAH!" shouted Lee, "Kick his ASS!!"
--or not.
Domhnall half-turned his head to glare at her.
...not that he had eyelids or even the ability to control the muscles of his undead face.
So it probably didn't appear to be a glare.
--but ultimately, that sort of response was probably not the worst.
As if King Guorthigirn heard her cheer and the cheers of the other Statesmen, he proceeded to bash his face against that of the dragon's as well as kick at its legs and torso.
Dead gods. Was he winning?
Lee lifted her visor, leaning forward and squinting her eyes.
"Is he... winning?" she echoed.
"[I... believe he is,]" Domhnall nodded.
"Should we... move now?"
Did Lee mean to help? That person?
