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[ghostlighter]

[The Griever suddenly appears on the Plane - but he's not alone. Pinning him to the invisible floor is a humongous, see-through purple and blue dragon (with a golden amulet tied around its neck). Its voice is loud and booming.]

NO HURT.

I-I get it! You can- get off now! [The Griever struggles under the heavy claws for a moment, while the dragon

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[lamb_of_gold]

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[ghostlighter]

[Wtf indeed. The Griever struggles, but manages to throw one of the claws off before he launches into the air and gives the dragon's long neck a hard shove.]

Are you just going to stand there?!

[fireintothesky]

[Staggers slightly and then tries to grab him again.] NO HURT.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Starts glowing gold, and pushes his hands together a moment before flinging something very small but rapidly-growing. It's almost invisible, but it shimmers in the light, and when it connects with Henrietta's claw, it pulls it to the ground, trapped under the Crystal Net.]

[Then, to Griever,]

Get behind me.

[ghostlighter]

-what? [He moves out of the way slightly, but stays in front of the dragon.] What are you going to do?

[fireintothesky]

[She thrashes in frustration, roaring and trying to shoot flames at them both.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Teleports in front of The Griever, throwing up a Crystal Wall in time to deflect the fire.]

That, mostly.

[ghostlighter]

[Suddenly, he realizes how much he misses orbing. He automatically brings a hand up to block the light out of lack of anything better to do.]

... I was going to do that.

[fireintothesky]

[She howls as the fire rolls back against her, closing her eyes tight until the billow of green dissipates.]

NO HURT. NO HURT.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Moves the wall closer to the dragon thing and bends it, effectively fencing her in]

What, dare I ask, brought about this situation?

[ghostlighter]

[He watches in apprehension, then shakes his head.] I think it's that amulet. It transformed her, when she got upset at something. I need to get it off.

[fireintothesky]

[Slams herself against the barrier and snarls again as it strikes back, smashing her against the plane.]

[lamb_of_gold]

And who, praytell is 'she.'

[ghostlighter]

Her name is Henrietta. She's... just a little girl.

[lamb_of_gold]

....

That beast is Henrietta?

[fireintothesky]

[Huddles into a snarling ball, glaring near-invisible walls.]