(Ok maybe we should keep going Wolf sometimes has large breaks)

(Okay. I have to go, so I will after I get back)

(k)

(Recap?)

Claire changes into her usual attire, annoyed that she had to wear the dress in the first place.

She quickly grabs her sword, unsheathing it and gently sliding her hand over the bow hung around her shoulder and the arrows in a pack on her back. She's calm, despite the frightening situation, fighting always seemed to calm her down in an unusual way.

The brambles parted with deafening snaps, and something huge clawed its way free. Blood streaked the tawny hide of a monster--not a shadowy, under your bed bogey that jumped out at you, but a real monster that would rip open your stomach and eat your entrails. It had three horrible heads: a lion with a bloody satyr in its jaws, a goat with mad white eyes and a hissing dragon with molten flame dripping from its teeth. A chimera. All was silent until someone in the crowd screamed in horror. The chimera roared, three voices rising to a deafening shriek. The crowd scattered at the monster lunged at Lin...

She turns and runs.

She quickly sprints in front of it, beginning to fend it off with graceful and swift strikes of her sword to the Chimera's head.

(Time to make Ash a hero)

In the process of getting Lin out of the way Ash accidentally slammed into Claire, pushing her away. Ash stood between the girls and the chimera, his sword unsheathed. The blade glowed an icy blue, wreathed in frost and mist. The monster roared and swatted at him, but he leaped aside, slashing with his blade. The frozen edge but into the chimera's paw, drawing a humanlike scream from the monster. It pounced and Ash rolled away. On his feet again, he raised an arm, bluish light sparkling from his fingers. As the monster whirled on him, Ash flung his hand out, and the chimera shrieked as a flurry of glistening ice shards ripped into its hide.
"To arms!" Oberon's booming voice rose above the roars of the chimera. "Knights, hold the beast back! Protect the envoys! Quickly!" Mab's voice joined the chaos, ordering her subjects to attack. Now more fey were going to the monster, leaping onto the stage with weapons and battle cries, fangs and teeth bared. Less warrior-type fey scurried off the stage, fleeing for their lives.

She dashed away.