Jason pulled back and to the side,avoiding the miniature blizzard a bit. He looked around for a moment,knowing he didn't know anything about this place so he couldn't find a way away from here. His talons needed at the ground as he watched,wanting to stop the fight.

That would be pretty hard at this point. Ash and Puck were now deep in battle, and it looked like each was intent on killing the other.
Puck dodged a savage blow and tossed Ash something from his pocket. It erupted into a large boar, squealing madly as it charged at the prince, tusks gleaming. The ice sword hammered into it, and the boar exploded in a swirl of dry leaves. Ash flung out his arm, and a spray of glittering ice shards flew toward Puck like daggers. Puck inhaled and blew in their direction like he was blowing out a birthday candle. The shards shimmered into daisies, raining harmlessly around him, and he grinned.
Ash attacked viciously, his blade singing as he bore down on this opponent. Puck dodged and parried with his dagger, retreating before the onslaught of the Winter prince. Diving away, Puck snatched a handful of twigs from the base of the tree, blew on them, and tosses them into the air--
--and now there were three Pucks, grinning wickedly as they set upon their opponent...

Jason was shocked at all of this,his tail twitching with his stinger moving in and out. He didn't want either one hurt. He didn't want Ash hurt despite that he planned on killing Jason. The fight was cuasing flashes of memories to rip into his scull as he put a talon to his head,tho trying to watch still.
'* Flashes of Shade ripping apart his sisters...there bodies...the blood...the viscious blows of talons to throats...clubing tails,ribbing scales the cries of other dragons in battle...his older brother Flasher fighting and dodging as Puck was,and his middle brother Shade attacking wildly like Ash.* ' It tore at him and caused pained expressions to run over his snout but he tried to hide it as he continued to watch.

Ash couldn't get distracted by Jason. Three knives flashed, three bodies surrounded the dark prince, as the real Puck leaned against the tree and watched Ash struggle.
But Ash was far from beaten. He spun away from the Pucks, his sword a blur as he dodged and parried, whirling from one attack to the next. He ducked beneath an opponent's guard, ripped his blade up, and sliced cleanly through a Puck's stomach. The doppelganger split in two, changing into a severed stick that dropped away. Ash spun to meet the Puck rushing up from the side. His sword whirled, and Puck's head dropped from his shoulders before reverting to a twig. The last Puck charged the prince from behind, dagger raised high. Ash didn't even turn, but rammed his blade backward, point up. Puck's lunge carried him onto the blade and drove it through his stomach, the point erupted out his back. The prince yanked his sword free without turning, and a shattered twig dropped to the snow.
Ash lowered his sword, gazing around warily. Puck had pulled a Grimalkin. Instantly wary, the Winter prince scanned the garden, edging forward with his sword raised. His gaze flicked to Jason but dismissed him almost as quickly, stepping beneath the boughs of a frozen pine.
As Ash stepped under the branches, something leaped out of the snow, howling. The prince dodged, the knife barely missing him, and Puck overbalanced, stumbling forward. With a snarl, Ash drove the paint of the sword through Puck's back and out his chest, pinning him to the ground...

Jason's eyes turned wide with shock and pain. Pain of the memory of his older sisters ripped open rib cage and scattered insides yet her gasps as she had still lived through it for only a minute or so...long and agonizing.
For the first time in a while,his stomach churned and he felt like puking.

The body vanishes. For a split second, Ash stared at the pierced leaf on the tip of his sword, then threw himself to the side as something dropped from the tree, dagger flashing in the light.
Puck's laughter ran out as Ash rolled to his feet, clutching his arm. Blood seeped between his fingers. "Almost too slow that time, Prince," Puck mocked, balancing the dagger on two fingers. "Really, that's the oldest trick in the book. I know, 'cause I wrote the book. I've got a million more if you want to keep playing."
"I'm getting tired of sparring with copies." Ash straightened, dropping his hand. "I guess honor isn't as prevalent in the Seelie Court as I thought. Are you the real Puck, or is he too cowardly to face him myself?"
Puck regarded him disdainfully, before shimmering into nothingness. Another Puck stepped out from behind a tree, a nasty grin on his face. "All right, then, Prince," he said, smirking as he approached. "If that's what you want, I'll kill you the old fashioned way." And they flew at each other again.

Jason saw the wound on Ash and his stomach calmed a bit at the sight of real puck but still was churning with worry about Ash's wound. He knew that he'd soon come at him to kill him if he survived this fight. And surprisingly....he hoped he did.He hoped he survived.

Puck suddenly dashes forward, sticking out his daggers and tripping Ash, cutting his legs. He quickly jumps away, knowing Ash would have a perfect chance to bring him down with him. Ash rolled to his feet, ignoring the pain in his legs. As soon as he got up he parried a blow from Puck and cut viciously at his face, barely missing as Puck ducked...

There was something else...a faint rustling as if a thousand insects were scuttling towards them.
"Run!" Grimalkin's voice came. Tracks appeared in the snow, rushing towards Jason, and invisible claws scrabbled against the bark as the feline fled up the tree. "Something is coming! Hide, quickly!"

Neither Ash nor Puck heeded the warning

Jason took heed tho,and knew the other boys hadn't. He quickly,and painfully,let his full dragon size rip his body apart and fix it again. It was a mater of seconds that it happened before he launched himself at the two fighters,putting a large limb,maybe 6 feet long,between the two and his wings around them as his scales all over his body turned camouflage as quick as water rushed down from a water fall. For a split second it looked like someone had doused him in paint that matched the world around him. He curled his large body around the two.

The rustling grew louder, accompanied by static and faint, high-pitched laughter. Suddenly, through the trees, hundreds of eyes glowed electric green in the darkness, surrounding them.
They poured over the ground like a living carpet, appearing from everywhere: small, black-skinned creatures with spindly arms, huge ears, and razor grins that shone blue-white in the darkness. Grimalkin's yowl could be heard as he fled farther up the tree. The creatures spotted Jason, even through his camoflauge, and gave him no time to react. They swarmed him like angry wasps. Hundreds of hands lifted him up, like ants carrying a grasshopper, and began to cart her away. Ash and Puck stood there, watching.