" I would like to see that happen. '' Lise willingly moved behind Puck.

She just lays there.

Grimalkin sighed and gave Ironhorse a chiding look. "I thought you were to stay hidden until I could explain things," he said with an exasperated flick of his tail. "I told you they would overreact."

Ironhorse stamped a hoof, sending an explosion of dirt into the air. "TIME IS PRESSING," he boomed, tossing his head. "WE DO NOT HAVE THE LUXURY OF WAITING MUCH LONGER. I MUST SPEAK WITH YOU. WILL YOU HEAR ME OUT?"

This was new. Normally, about this time, they'd be fighting for our lives. Ironhorse wasn't usually polite. And Grimalkin still watched calmly from the log, gauging their reactions.

She is still basically paralyzed from pain.

Well this was definitely better than Ironhorse trying to kill them. Again.

"...fine. Lets hear what you have to say. "

Puck glared at her, then shrugged. "Fine, Princess. But the second he makes a move, he'll be upside down in a tree before he can blink."

"...sure he will. ''

Isiea is starting to come back to her senses, the bleeding slowing.

Grimalkin was just staring at Isiea


"THANK YOU, LISEOLETTE CHASE. I CALLED YOU HERE BECAUSE WE HAVE A MUTUAL PROBLEM. YOU SEEK THE SCEPTER OF THE SEASONS, IS THAT NOT CORRECT? I KNOW WHERE IT IS," Ironhorse continued, swishing his tail with a clanking sound. "I CAN HELP YOU RETRIEVE IT."

Puck laughed. "Sure you can," he mocked, as Ironhorse snorted and pinned his ears. "And all we have to do is follow you like eager little puppy dogs, all the way into the trap. Sorry, tin can, we're not that naive."

Ironhorse snorted. "DO NOT MOCK ME, ROBIN GOODFELLOW," he said with a blast of flame from his nostrils. "MY OFFER IS GENUINE. I DO NOT SEEK TO MISLEAD YOU."

" Why would you help us? "