Lion Head Mesa Sacrificial chamber

The fae was no battle expert - did not know tactics and lacked the strength her bloodline was known for. The whole ordeal happened so quickly, and she watched in horror as the tensions that had risen in their conversation accumulated in the worst way possible. The woman, of whom Lumiya now knew for sure was not dear to the child, had flung herself upon the boy. The little queen could only stare for a moment, seeing but twisted body parts, moving and stretching and hearing the boy gasp for air.

It was then that fate took over - the adrenaline in her body sent her into fight mode. If she did not try and safe the life of this boy, even if it put her own one in danger, she could not call herself a faerie of justice. With all her might, the fae sent her body flying, hoping to crash into the woman's in an attempt to get her off the captive. Her maw had opened, but her eyes were closed - she'd clamp down on whatever part of the woman she could get a hold of, but there was no aim in sight.