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[ghostlighter]

[The Griever suddenly appears on the Plane — but he's not alone. Pinning him to the invisible floor is a humongous, see-through purple and blue dragon (with a golden amulet tied around its neck). Its voice is loud and booming.]

NO HURT.

I-I get it! You can— get off now! [The Griever struggles under the heavy claws for a moment, while the dragon pulls back, intent to breathe fire and end him once and for all.]

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[contract_star]

[O_O WAT]

[ghostlighter]

[HEI, YOU'RE SO HELPFUL. The Griever wriggles, and manages to phase into the ground, leaving only his hand above the 'floor' so as to not be taken somewhere else, and swings himself up behind the dragon, grabbing a hold of its tail.]

Hei! Don't just stand there!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Twists around to glare at the person holding her tail.]

NO HURT. [HAVE A BLAST OF GREEN FLAMES]

[contract_star]

What the hell is that? [GODDAMN IT HE'S SO TIRED AND HE JUST WANTS TO GO BACK AND RESCUE YIN ALREADY.]

[ghostlighter]

It's— [fdslknkl FIRE BAD. He immediately lets go and rolls out of the way, waiting to see the dragon's next move.]

... You wouldn't believe me if I told you. [Or at least he hopes so.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Well. This is new.]

[ghostlighter]

[Quite. See above for the Griever's escape maneuver, only this time he rises up behind the dragon and tosses an ectoblast at it as distraction, not intending it to hurt.] You do realize the irony of trying to kill me while saying 'No hurt' over and over again, right?

[... he needs to stop hanging around Danny as much. The one-liners are rubbing off.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[OWWY. D: YOU SHOT A THINGY AT HER. SHE WILL BE SMACKING AT YOU NOW.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Thankfully, Crowley only vaguely recognizes Griever as...that one person. From that one time. And he doesn't recognize the dragon at all, so he feels little to no compulsion to help out with this clusterfuck. He'll be perfectly content to stand back and watch the proceedings, thank you.]

[ghostlighter]

[He barely has time to pull up a glowing, red shield before impact, which saves him from some more grievous wounds, but also sends him crashing, skidding, rolling and tumbling along the ground until he catches his bearings and rights himself. He takes a moment to catch his breath, then charges at the dragon, attempting to dislodge the amulet with a few well placed ectobeams.]

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[HOLY SHIT]

Hey, uh-- need some help?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[At the sound of his voice, Henrietta switches her attentions to him, and blasts a bolt of green fire in his direction.] NO HURT.

[ghostlighter]

Yeah, that would be— [dflsknkl The Griever phases his arm through the floor, then around the dragon's claws and sends a blast at her face.] Stop!

[firedprince.livejournal.com]

[Zuko avoids the fire nimbly and darts around to her other side. He's actually got experience with this. Enjoy a nice swirly devil of fire, dragon thing.]

What is this thing?!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[ D: DO NOT WANT. She shields her face with her front paws and snarls.] NO HURT.

[Slams down onto all fours, sending a blast of green fire low along the plane at Zuko.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Keywords]

[ghostlighter]

[Wtf indeed. The Griever struggles, but manages to throw one of the claws off before he launches into the air and gives the dragon's long neck a hard shove.]

Are you just going to stand there?!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Staggers slightly and then tries to grab him again.] NO HURT.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Starts glowing gold, and pushes his hands together a moment before flinging something very small but rapidly-growing. It's almost invisible, but it shimmers in the light, and when it connects with Henrietta's claw, it pulls it to the ground, trapped under the Crystal Net.]

[Then, to Griever,]

Get behind me.

[ghostlighter]

—what? [He moves out of the way slightly, but stays in front of the dragon.] What are you going to do?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[--wtf? Is that a dragon? Give Ianto a moment for his brain to start functioning properly again.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[GLARING AT HIM.] NO HURT. [And she blasts green flames his way.]

[ghostlighter]

What— [His gaze shoots to Ianto, and he quickly maneuvers himself out from underneath the dragon, just barely managing to place himself in front and power up a shield large enough to deflect the blast. He gets pushed back but eventually the flames die down.]

Getting out of here might be a really good idea right now.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto pulls out his gun, aiming it at the dragon.] Don't need to. If it attacks again, I can just use this.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[And she throws herself into the air, blasting toward them at high speed across the plane.]