Fire? hurt him. The rage in him bubbled like a laugh, even as he cowered in his own mind, hating this, hating being the monster he was. He spun, instinct taking over, but it wasn't to defend himself from the flame, it was to smash his tail across her wing, to cripple her, to ground the prey.
Um.... how do we stop this....!?
No....no! No! Nononononononononono