A barrier of azure beauty safe guarded the duo from the dragon fire. Blazing embers dancing harmlessly in the air until falling to the soil. An impressive technique but the induced bleeding showcased the reality of the situation. One of her foes was weak she'd capitalize on it, a counter was coming Cessendra needed to capitalize on her familiarity with one. A ruby flash struck the small rider in the chest, the impact immediately sending her backwards several feet. A black crater rested below her ribs, vermillion fluid seeping into the earth the stench of burning meat snaking into the air. Fang showed no sign of pain or recognition of her injuries.
What followed was Blair's own techniques the horsemen of conquest instantly moving away. Sand turned to glass as blinding spheres of light were evaded. "Oh please Blair you and I both know you don't play with knives."' For whatever the pixie didn't recognize her it seamed but Cess knew her.
"Vesho" a draconic word for shadow a arsenal of spears fabricated of darkness materialized. Their edged points aimed towards the woman she believed once a friend. It was actually an attempt however on forcing the Eyed one to act. To force his hand or eyes really to act, in effort to induce an even harder time on the senses.
Following the effort Victories Vixen charged in a obvious swing aimed for Blair was intended rather to carry through and drive into the eagle's neck. She'd follow with trying to leap onto the man's shoulders to kick off in a vicious vertical slash designed to cleave the light bringer into two. The move could function either way but momentum always helped. Cessendra would finish with a roll to the side opening soldiers up to a shot with arrows and spears.
Breathing though was getting short and slightly tedious. Bottom of her lung scorched black. Do to an inability to feel pain however she failed to realize the gravity of her own wound.