Complications

"…And that's the plan." Scurge said the finishing his explanation of his plan.

" Not bad for a dragon your age, but it wont work for those being held here, all the rooms have had all outside openings sealed shut. Your magic acid won't work." Terrador warned letting his head rest on the floor again.

" Okay then two questions, how many are there and how do you know if any guards are watching them." Scurge asked slightly annoyed at the turn of events.

" Two on this floor, three on the next floor up and two on the floor above that. If I remember correctly there should be about two guards per guardian candidate." Terrador replied his voice growing weak.

" Hey, you all?"

" Just… a bit tired…need to sleep." Terrador said sleepily.

" Not so fast old timer. With Cyril and Volteer gone you'll be needed more than ever, I'm not risking you dying in your sleep." Scurge said as he spread his wings and healing light poured from his wings onto Terrador.

" What are you doing? Go free the others." Terrador said, a shiver running down his spine as his wounds began to heal.

" Sure. And you're going to help, whether you like it or not." Scurge said defiantly as he continued to heal Terrador, " besides Spyro and Cynder would kill me if I just left you here to die."

" I suppose you're right, in my condition sleeping could very well lead to my death…thank you." Terrador said gratefully as his strength returned to his body, with the exception of his eye all of his wounds had healed perfectly.

" That's all I can do…you'll have to deal with the eye." Scurge said stumbling back, shaking his head a bit as the light faded from his wings.

" Don't worry about that," Terrador chuckled as he rose to his feet and broke free of his restraints with a single powerful leap forward," with my experience I could fight blind."

" I'm sure you could. So I guess I'll head upstairs and find the guardian candidates there." Scurge said before bolting out of the room.

" This truly is an age of young heroes." Terrador thought with a laugh as he made his way out of the room.

" Done." Cynder thought as she emptied the last of the vial's contents onto the last cage's lock, the sounds of combat still echoing through Warfang, then Cynder heard a familiar cry of pain in the distance.

"Hunter?" she thought turning in the direction of the cry, " remember what I told you , make sure everyone knows!" Cynder yelled back as se ran off towards the sounds of fighting.

She followed the scent of blood in the air to a large open area near the south wall of Warfang where a group of half dragons crowded around a single enemy. Her suspicions were confirmed when a half dragon fell revealing hunter the cheetah who was fairly unharmed with the exception of a shallow cut that pulled wider as he fought. Before she was noticed she changed to her half dragon form and took to the air, flying above the half dragons then dropping down between them and hunter. She quickly delivered a wind elemented punch to the ground, knocking the half dragons into nearby buildings and knocking them out.

" Hunter are you-" she said bare diving out of the way of Hunter's sword," wait it's me, Cynder!"

" Cynder, what-" Hunter said groaning as he fell to a knee, clutching the cut in his side.

"Cynder?" a muffled voice called from within the ruffles of hunter's cape.

"Sparx too? What are you two doing here." Cynder asked as Sparx fluttered in front of her face, then looking at Hunter's wound again she changed the topic, " never mind we need to take care of hunter's injury, or at least find someplace safe for him to hide. Come on."

Helping hunter to his feet Cynder slowly walked off, moving just fast enough to get away from the area before any of the half dragons woke up again.

sorry for the short chapter it would've been longer but i made I'm having second thoughts on a few character relationships. other than that the chapter is written waiting to be typed so hang tight.