Sleeping Dragon "I love you, Crona."

It was over fast. Thuringwethil was effective in her motions, leaving him little gaps to even need filling. The dark female fell soon enough to land lifelessly upon their grounds. He regarded it as a suitable enough conclusion for the indignant beast, and now with new adrenaline no longer coursing so fiercely, he began to settle himself to look between the Dragon's leaders after a short nod in the commander's direction. Wildfire's silence was noted too, but he would not look into it at length. Not here.

Dio stepped back to survey this settling dust, and shook out his fur before he too took his leave, however in the opposite direction of Thuringwethil.