***CONTENT WARNING: LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SLIGHT GORE***
As Richard neared Skye, a loud roar was heard from overhead. As soon as everyone looked up, a stream of fire was released for Zazzy's mouth as she torched the space between her mother, and the gross thing trying to get her.
It still had a human scent to it, under the stench of rot and muck. Zazzy had been taught not to hurt people, but she wasn't sure if the thing before her qualified as a human or Fae.. All she knew was that her mother smelled of fear and sadness, and it angered her greatly.
Skye had been so wrapped up in the moment that she didn't sense Zazzy above them. When she had unleashed her fire breath, Skye knew right away why she didn't just torch the creature.
