A nearby goblin grinned, raising its spear, then vanished under several tons of wyvern as the monstrous lizard landed on it with a boom that shook the ground, sending snow flying. Roaring, it reared back to strike.

She sprints away, looking around for Mab, trying to stay as far away from Rowan as possible.

She couldn't see Mab or Oberon through the indistinct shadows around her, but she did see hundreds of glowing eyes, shining blades and bared teeth, ready to tear her apart. She certainly had everyones attention now. The scepter pulsed in her hand. A flickering light spilled over the crowd, making them mutter and draw back.

She looks around hesitantly, keeping the scepter close.

Slowly, the crowd parted, and the air around us dropped several degrees, making her breath steam before her face. Mab came through the crowd on a huge white warhorse, her gown trailing behind her, her hair unbound and flowing down her back. The horses hooves didnt quite touch the ground, and great gouts of steam billowed from its nostrils, wreathing the Winter Queen in a ghostly halo of fog. Her lips and nails were blue, her eyes as black as a starless night as she peered down at Claire.

"Claire Chase." The queens voice was a hiss, her perfect features terrifyingly blank. Her gaze flicked to the rod in Claire's hand, and she smiled, cold and dangerous. "I see you have my scepter. So, is the Summer Court finally admitting their mistake?"

"Actually, no. Have you heard of Virus?" she asks, looking up at Mab curiously.

And Oberon was there, sweeping through the crowd on a golden-bay stallion, flanked by a squad of elven knights. His faery mail glittered emerald and gold, bright links woven around protrusions of bark and bone, and an antlered helm rose above his head. "I told you before, Queen Mab," he said, speaking to Mab but still glaring at Claire, "I knew nothing of this, nor did I send my people to steal the scepter from you. You have started a war with us over a false pretense."

"So you say." Mab gave Claire a predatory smile. "But, it seems the Summer Court is still at fault, Erlking. You might have known nothing of the scepter, but your daughter admits her guilt by trying to return what is mine, hoping perhaps, that I will be merciful. Is that not correct?"

She looks around, "Am I invisible or something? Did you not hear me Mab, Virus took it." She says, looking up at Mab with a confused expression.

"Lies!" Mab leaped from her warhorse and stalked toward Claire. The mad gleam was back. "You are a filthy human, and all you speak is lies. You turned Ash against me. You made him fight his own brother. You fled Tir Na Nog and sought sanctuary with the exile Leanansidhe. Is this not true?"

She rolls her eyes, "All to get this." She mutters, looking over at the scepter before glaring up at Mab.