Re: Aloysius, Hyperion, Quinn, and ZJ
Quinn had had a mountain of classes in stage combat. She was naturally nimble and agile, and with her supernatural speed.. an edge had been added to all of her reactions. It showed as she worked through the pre-set choreography 'against' the Ice King.
She roared. She evaded. She snapped at him. She opened her mouth as wide as possible and loosed her imaginary fire at the exact right moment, playing along with and enhancing the already-in-place illusions. It was glorious fun, and she was truly having to stop herself from giggling and ruining it all.
When Aly was stabbed, though, she let out a soft, almost involuntary sigh --and it registered in her dragon form as a remorseful groan for the death of one of her kind. She knew it was scripted, that he was supposed to die and that Hyperion was supposed to win, but it was still a sad thing.. for a respected 'enemy' to perish.
Following their agreed-upon plan, she whisked him away in a cloud of smoke and fire.. their dragon images disappearing as Hyperion rescued Zahara and gave the proposal. Which had been the true goal all along. Quinn slid her arms around Aly's waist, eyes half-lidded with pleasure and happiness as she watched. Elated that all seemed to have been a success.