#they became instant worsties

[bloodpen-to-paper]

In hindsight putting Tubbo, Jaiden and Cellbit in a lobby together was like putting three different kinds of aggressively territorial bees in the same hive and shaking it

[frozenjokes]

fic snippet of a fight scene I’m proud of. everyone is a dragon (third life) and the watcher lore is abundant. also grian and Martyn can read minds and dragons’ thoughts are in italics

Sand shot into Martyn’s face with striking accuracy, sending the large Seawing reeling backward in surprise, gasping and choking. Grian was up in a flash, hurdling himself into the larger dragon and raking his talons through his belly with a strangled yowl. Martyn screeched, twisting to fall back on top of Grian, but only hit sand.

“It’s time to find out how many lives you’ve got,” Grian breathed, launching himself forward for a few quick blows to Martyn’s face, then hopping to the side before Martyn’s teeth could connect with his forearm. Martyn lurched forward to strike, but was unable to match Grian’s speed.

“You even fight like a coward,” Martyn snorted, sending blood and sand in every direction, “The Nightwatchers must be so disappointed to have such a mouse of a dragon representing them in their game.”

Grian sped forward with a snarl, but this time, Martyn was ready, twisting around and leveling Grian with his massive Seawing tail. Grain wheezed as he was tossed across the sand like a rag doll, rolling until he slid to a stop in a dusty heap. In seconds he felt heavy talons on his shoulder, forcibly turning him onto his back, belly exposed. Grian struggled to catch his breath, let alone fight this. He shut his eyes tight, pushing his head and neck as deep into the sand as he could manage.

“I don’t care for the rules of this game,” Martyn muttered, studying his claws thoughtfully, “I bet the Nightwatchers would get real worked up if I took all three of your lives here.. how embarrassing.” Grian could hear the grin on Martyn’s face. He took a deep breath.

GRIAN!

The thought blasted through each of their minds, loud enough to make them flinch. Sand flew in every direction as Scar launched himself through the desert, eyes blazing. But after a moment of shock, Martyn relaxed.

“He won’t make it in time,” he mused, turning his attention back to Grian. Slow. Methodical. “I won't be able to take all of your lives, but I don’t mind waiting.”

No. But he bought me enough time.

Grian relished the moment of confusion in Martyn’s eyes as he burst his head and neck out of the sand, revealing the hot glow of fire ready to explode forward. His jaw hinged open as Martyn reared up, flame blasting into his chest and face. Martyn fell backwards, howling, and Grian was on him in seconds. He wouldn’t waste time talking. He didn’t need to. Talons flashed as they ripped through Martyn’s flank and belly. There was no fighting back. By the time Martyn had recovered enough to attempt retaliation, all he could do was push weakly at Grian’s chest. It was equally sad as it was wonderful.

A sudden force tore Grian backwards. He yelped as he fell into the sand, but was up in an instant, reeling back to strike at his new attacker. Scar caught his hand.

“Stop.”

So simple. So forceful. Scar’s eyes burned into his, and he suddenly became aware of his body, his injuries, his mind. He sat down. Obedient.

Martyn coughed and wheezed, but forced his front half up to meet Scar’s eyes. Did Scar ever wonder how Martyn, a blind dragon, knew exactly where to look? Scar didn’t say a word. He raised his talons and struck the dying dragon down with one strong blow. It was so quiet. It was way too quiet.

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