Moonspear exchange my cross for a crown

Perhaps it was the friendly tone in which the other spoke that unsettled Hydra. So pleasant towards them, even as it submitted. It knew it was wrong, and yet it had transgressed nonetheless—what would it do, say, next? Hydra was unwilling to find out. After her very first word Hydra made a wild rush toward the submitting creature, knowing her sisters were with her and understood the necessity of purging the mountain of this thing. Her fangs sought to grip anything they could, but she was guarded with her ears flat atop her crown and her eyes in narrow, cold slits. She wasted no time at all—the other, she predicted, would not live long enough to regret her actions with the Cerberus falling upon her. Alya, right alongside her, dove for the other as well to try and seek purchase anywhere upon their quarry while wisely attempting keeping her own self out of the others line of fire.