Okay,Jason was shocked and teriffied frozen,not knowing what to do as he writhed and growled with angry red scales instead of rainbow and his frills expanded wide and large as his tail swung wildly in frustration.

For every one that he knocked out, a dozen more swarmed to take its place.

He huffed in frustration. "Oh come one,why?" He muttered.

The creatures just seemed to keep coming, all seemed to be bent on getting Jason. Neither Puck nor Ash had ever seen creatures like this before... Puck swears over and over again, and said, "Well, we might as well follow them. C'mon princeling, you're coming with. C'mon, we don't have any time to waste. Walk out in front," Puck said, shoving Ash forward.
Ash figured he would humor them and go without a fight

(If someone always talking in all caps bothers you let me know)

A piercing whistle, like a steam engine roaring into the station, erupted from the tunnel, and black smoke churned from the opening. The smell of ashes and brimstone came into the room, and then a deep voice echoed throughout the cavern. "HAVE YOU BROUGH HIM?"

Jason just gave up,knowing either way he'd most likely die. 'Death by Ash or death by these things...eh...death is either way so what's the point of-' His thoughts where cut short at the loud call,his scales shivering all along his massive form. His tail curled in and his frills clung to his jaw,flat as paper, and his rainbow scales turned white and faint sick green.

The scuttling creatures scattered, and several icicles smashed to the floor with almost a musical chime. Heavy footsteps clanked down the tunnel. Through the smoke, something huge and grossly distorted, something definitely not human, could be visible.
A massive black horse emerged from the writhing smoke, eyes glowing like hot coals, flared nostrils blowing steam. It was as big as the horses that pulled the Budweiser wagon, but there the resemblance ended.

Jason's wings clamped tight to his sides and his tail curled in. He curled in a bit like a terrified dragonet having just seen a human for the first time.

It looked like it was covered in iron plates; its hide was bulky with metal, rusted and black, and it moved awkwardly with the weight. Then, it was obvious: It was made of metal. Pistons and gears jutted out from its ribs. Its mane and tail were steel cables, and a great fire burned in its belly, visible through the ******s in its hide. It turned to look at Jason. "ARE YOU JASON?" The horses' voice shook the room. More icicles committed suicide...

He raised his head and tried to look down with dark purple eyes. "Are you wanting my main name or the name of my present form?" He stalled.

"I AM IRONHORSE," the beast replied, completely ignoring the question, "ONE OF KING MACHINA'S LIEUTENANTS. I HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE BECAUSE MY LORD HAS REQUESTED IT. YOU WILL COME WITH ME TO SEE THE IRON KING."