It was really difficult for Lyrra to hover menacingly over just about anyone, but when Fen burst into the empty barracks, she seemed to be managing pretty well. T'sga was younger than she was, and from the looks of her the green rider was pissed off. She knew Phinth had freaked out a little; she'd heard the green bugling an alarm, both inside her head and with her own ears. She'd heard Whifanth, T'sga's bronze and Baerth as well, and a dragon that she assumed was Valoth. None of them sounded pleased.
She'd expected K'rin to be there first. It was sort of surprising that it was Fen's hand clamping around her arm, pulling her very firmly back from the downed bronze rider. And while Lyrra might have started at the way he'd called her down at first, she sneered at his concern for the little brat. "He's fine. I didn't hit him that hard. Not nearly as hard as I should have hit him," she bit off, and then ducked to one side to snarl at the bronze rider again. The boy... cowered, favoring the arm still in a sling. "Although if you'll step aside, I can try again. If he's such a hero, he should be able to handle one little green rider."