Jason threw a body away and was about to lash out again when he realized who it was. He would have collapsed with relief if he wasn't intent on stabbing into his next opponent that came from above. Fatespeaker looked at him with an expression that said 'Fiend or foe?'. Shade just kept hopping on top of the metal things,wanting to squish them like bugs. "Rrrr~?" Fatespeaker squeaked loudly toward Puck before lunging again into bloodied icey combat with a fighting cry.

Puck continued brushing feathers from his clothes and gazed around at the carnage. "Yeah, it looks like I got here just in time." The wire-fey paused just a moment, blinking up at this newcomer, then scuttled forward once more. Puck drew a furry ball from his pocket, winked at Jason, and tossed it into the ranks of Iron fey swarming below him. It hit the ground, bounced once, and erupted into a large black boar, which charged into the fey with a maddened squeal. Puck threw Ash a mocking smile. "You look like crap, Prince. Did you miss me?"

Ash frowned, stabbing a faery that was clawing at his feet. "What are you doing here, Goodfellow?" he asked coldly, which only caused Pucks grin to widen.


"Rescuing the prince from the Winter Court, of course." Puck looked down as the wire-fey piled on the squealing boar, ripping and slicing. It exploded into a pile of leaves, and they skittered back in confusion. "Though it appears I'm saving your sorry butt, as well."

"I could've handled it."

"Oh, I'm sure." Puck brandished a pair of curved daggers, the blades clear as glass. His grin turned predatory. "Well, then, shall we get on with it? Try to keep up, Your Highness."

"Just stay out of my way."

They leaped down from their pillars directly into the ranks of wiremen, who instantly swarmed around them. Back to back, Ash and Puck sliced into their opponents with renewed vigor, neither giving an inch now that the other was there. The mob of Iron fey thinned rapidly. Through the mass of writhing limbs, Ash's face was visible, taut with concentration, and so was Puck's vicious smile.

Silently, the last few wiremen broke from the whirlwind of death in the middle of the floor. Without looking back, they scuttled up the walls, clawed their way through the holes in the roof and were gone.

Puck, his shirt now a tattered mess, sheathed his daggers and glanced around with a satisfied smirk. "Well, that was fun." His gaze found Jason and he shook his head. "Wow, icy reception here. And to think I came back from the dead for this." That was right...last time she saw him he was gushing blood.


(Yikes...that was too long)

(Eh,that was epic!)
Jason finished up above and glided down and practically leaned all his weight against Fatespeaker who carefully held him for a moment before he pushed away and the two ice creatures shrank back down to their little size,Shade passing out from fright,and Fatespeaker licking her now bloodied talons in an elegant way. Jason looked at puck with those hazel and purple eyes,confusion marking them as the white glowing markings on him pulsed softly. The draconic letters saying something that he didn't speak in a flashing order.

(Oh,also. YAY PUCK MAKING A COMEBACK!!!. Jason: Foxy...don't. Your fangirling again. Me: I don't care dragon boi! Jason: I hate you. Me: I made you. Jason: Fair enough.

(xD I know I couldn't just let him stay dead. He's waaaaay too fun to leave him like that. Trust me, you're not the only one fangirling)

Puck's arms were open, his face hopeful. "Still so cold. C'mere, Jason."

Jason's wasn't sure what to do,wings soon slumped and freckles and underwings swirling with random colors that represented his confusion. Little Fatespeaker hopped over and pushed Jason from behind to encourage him and he came over,tentative and unsure of how he should feel. His draconic letters kept repeating a small phrase,not distinguishable if neither of the other two could read dragon. He stopped about two feet in front of Puck,tail practically between his legs and wings folded low to his hips rather than up and behind his back.

(XD ^w^)

"What's wrong?" Puck asked, his green eyes showing his confusion. He turned to Ash. "What did you do to him?"
Ash just shrugged

Jason suddenly closed the distance,his wings slamming around Puck as well as his arms. He was still strong despite his fragile state and his tail quivered. "DON'T GO AND DIE LIKE THAT AGAIN!" His dragonic letters blinked brightly along with his muffled words.

He held Jason tightly. "Did you not see all the Iron fey coming from...well, everywhere? I couldn't just leave you guys defenseless like that." He then murmured, "Besides, I'll always come back for you," sounding very unlike himself. For a moment, his green eyes were intense, and the emotion smoldering within.

Jason wasn't sure where this new emotion in Puck had come from but he didn't mind it at the moment. "I...thought I hadn't been able to...to fix it in time....I couldn't..." He said softly,blue drowning out the confusion of colors along with guilty gray in his freckles and underwings.

Ash was leaning against a pillar, watching them with an unreadable expression. Blood streaked his face, splattering the white flowers beneath him, and his sword dangled limply from his grasp. Puck decided to speak up. "Hey, Prince," he greeted, "word is you're a traitor to the Winter Court. You've got the entire wyldwood in an uproar--they say you tried to kill Rowan after he caught you escaping with the prince. Clearly, I've missed a few things."

"News travels fast," Ash replied wearily. He started to rake a bloody hand through his hair, then thought better of it, dropping it to his side. "Its been an interesting morning."

"To say the least." Puck gazed around at the bodies of the wiremen and wrinkled his nose. "What the heck are those things?"