Redhawk Caldera Vessel

Something bludgeoned her in the side, and she felt the guise of light and fire fail when her bones were hit so hard, they rattled. She tumbled to the ground, splaying her massive paws and pulling herself up with a jerk of her head, only to see the perfect, scarless coward of her firstborn scrambling to his feet as well. 

She thought he'd never fight again- not after their last spar. She chuffed, and uttered a low growl, lightly amused but also irritated that he would intervene even when he knew she was more powerful than him. She could taste their fear, and would feed on it. She inhaled to taste more of it, only to find that it waned and faded. She flicked her gaze from father to son, noting now that as Bronco took his place between them, the panic had slipped from Ponyboy's features. 

He'd cut off her supply; and now, the walls began to fall all around them. 

With a scream, she leapt again- this time, straight for Bronco.