Queen Scarlet's PoV
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I stared at the IceWing glaring at me, cold fury in her eyes. 'It's like she's...steaming, almost-but it's more like when you see your breath in cold air. She reminds me of what Peril...wait. Peril.' I was rudely shook out of my thoughts by the IceWing snapping something at me impatiently. I turned to my lieutenant, asking him if  she reminded him of Peril, but as an IceWing. He gave an involuntary shudder and the smallest of nods. Dismissing him, I turn back to face the IceWing, making sure that my usual facade is on.

Addressing the IceWing, I ask, "Aren't you going to bow?" A small hiss escapes her, and she growls, "I do not bow to you, SkyWing." A slight smirk crawls onto my snout as I admire her to-be-short-lived spunk. We'll see just how spunky she is in the arena. 'Typical IceWing,' I think. Sighing, I say, "Your choice." I hear her snort and out of the corner of my eyes, see her roll her eyes at me. My tongue flicks out to taste the air, and I don't smell any fear. Just defiance and anger.

Addressing the guards, I order them to take her to where we keep special cases. I can't exactly contain or control her as I do Peril, because she's an IceWing, but how much different can they be?

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Frost's PoV
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I'm shepherded down the long corridors by tough looking guards, but I know that they are secretly terrified. I'm sure they're scared of me, but exactly what of, I'm not quite certain. But the fear that they're trying so hard to hide is still there. I flick my tongue out and relish the scent of fear and tension that lies thick in the air.

I'm almost considering escaping, however, I realize that would ruin my whole Scarlet assassination plot. I sigh, and decide is better stick around if I want any chance at all of killing.

"Stop," orders Falcon. Strangely enough, he chose to tag along. I halt, but agonizingly slowly. He glares at me, growling, "You love to torment me, don't you IceWing. I'm sure you'll come to regret that decision later in the arena." I shrug nonchalantly, making sure to keep a bored expression on my snout. "Regret, shmegret. Whatever," I mutter, studying my talons.

Falcon stops in front of a cell with double-lattice bars. "You'll be in here," he grunts. I peer at the bars and as I'm examining them, laugh. "You really think this will hold me in?" I ask. Falcon turns to stare at me. "No. But I think that you will keep yourself in," he bluntly states. Shocked, I take a step back, almost running into the guard behind me. 'How does he...no. There's no way he could know.' I think.

My tail twitches, and the guard behind me backpedals so quickly he trips over his own claws. Falcon shouts something, but I move quickly. I'm standing over the terrified guard, claws poised to gouge his eyes. I hiss, "I happen to have little control over where my talons go, so if I'm surprised, they might...slip." Falcon freezes, staring at me, while the guard I'm standing over's eyes bulge. One of the other SkyWings tries to step closer, but I dip my talons down so they're almost touching the guard's eyes. "Careful," I sneer. "Or else something might happen here." I gesture to the guard below me, who flinches away from my talons.

I carefully move to the side, but keep my claws where they are. I hiss, "This took little effort. And this merely a glimpse of what I can do. I don't go on your orders, I go on my terms. Got it?" Falcon nods, as do the others, including the one with my claws in his face. I back away, and they SkyWings rush to help their comrade. I smirk at their desperation. 'Weak,' is all that goes through my head.

As I walk into my cell, the dragons carefully avoid my frosty footprints. When the door is locked, all the SkyWings but Falcon leave. "You have your first match tomorrow, so I suggest you get some rest," he says. I shrug, telling him I don't need rest. A flash of worry appears in his eyes, but then it's gone, and I know he was hoping I didn't see it. But too bad for him, I did. He says nothing as he walks away, back up to the palace.

A smile grimly as I begin plotting.