The fireceness of his spyros filled the dark lord with pride. They were willing to give their lives to protect his claim to the dark woods, to their home, their loyalty was undeniable. But the fox was showing to be pretty fierce too, and he couldn't afford to lose so many bodies against such a tiny little freak. So with a growl of his own, his warriors elevated their flight, looping just above the fireball's head, but far enough to be out of her reach.
"They will keep coming if i so want it, creature!" the shadow bird cawed with a guttural voice. Though, the fox could make it stop if she wanted as well. It would only require for her to make a deal with the crow, who knew how to use this kind of situations to his own advantage. It was implied in his stare, cold, metrical, that he would be willing to make arrangements with the fiery creature.