eat sh*t and die } LUPEI

[Draconis]

YOU NEVER SAW IT FROM MY PERSPECTIVE, THE CRAFT THAT I PERFECTED GOT REJECTED
AND THROWN OUT THE WINDOW WITH NO PROPER EXIT.
I WAS HUMBLE, NOW I'M NOT AS PLEASANT. I'M DROPPING WRECKAGE ON YOUR SHADY DYNASTY.
BITCH I'M NOT TO MESS WITH.

Lagertha's attention, too, is drawn by Lexa's anguished scream upon discovering the body of her little sister, and she quickly gives Draconis a new set of orders, to go and help her friend before anything happens to her also.  The firebreather nods and turns away, cantering towards the carbon-coated Amazon to fight alongside her now.  But she isn't fast enough.  A shadowy wolf appears and attempts to bite Lexa, an action which fails due to the protective armor she has covered herself in.  Draconis realizes that this creature is no true wolf, as upon realization of the failure of its attack, it changes back to an equine form, and then uses some form of mimicry to don armor identical to her friend's.  In fact, it looks *exactly* like her friend, in every detail.  The young Amazon falters briefly in her charge, not expecting for an enemy who could look like anyone it wished, and even being able to copy any traits they possessed?

She continues on, however, not wanting to fail either her friend nor her Khaleesi.  As long as she keeps her eyes focused on which is the true Lexa and which isn't, things will hopefully be alright.  The star-blanketed girl sees the pretender striking at her friend and speeds up, using her momentum to strike at the shapeshifter while it is distracted and not paying attention to her actions.  She uses her hooves this time instead of her firebreath, thinking that if it truly can copy everything about another horse, letting it know about her ability might not be the wisest choice, unless the fight against it became truly perilous and there was no other option.  She comes to a sudden stop and rears, letting her forward momentum travel into her forehooves for as strong a blow as she can manage against their enemy's stolen armor.  With it, too, covered in strong armor, Draconis is not sure if she can do any damage against it, but she gives it her best shot, pounding her hooves towards the left hind leg and hoping that one: she doesn't miss, and two: that there might be a weakness, a chink in the armor, where the limb merges into the rest of the body.