Mistress had just finished trying out some new training tactics for her and her dragons. While spoiled and entitled, she did feel a duty to grow stronger to actually be worthy of such praise. She sat down and had her dragons breath their icy breath on to her water sack, as to chill it and give it a refreshing temperature. "Ah, so nice. Thank you, my children~" She sipped slowly, legs crossed on a rock, watching the small creatures she just finished attacking burn. She felt bad, but these things weren't real... And if she was going to survive she was going to have to fight,

Suddenly, a PM popped up from her knight in shining armor, Raynauld. For some reason, his over zealous church attitude reminded her of her father (and we all know that Mistress has some daddy issues). She read it and giggled in a sort of innocent, or perhaps playing innocent, manner. She promptly responded, rushing over after to meet with Raynauld.

To raynauld : Yeah, on my way~ ;* ;P <3!!!

She actually wasn't that far from Faywood, so within 15 minutes or so she arrived next to Raynauld, out of breath, but certainly ready for action.

"Mistress, here, to bend at ya very whim sir~ What beast shall we wrestle in tha mud pits of Mississippi today?"

She smiled and had her dragons lightly breathe their frost breath over her, as to cool her off. She loved being able to pamper herself without actually doing it herself: it made her feel all powerful and in control.

1/8 raynauld

Mistress looked at Raynauld in a sort of confused look. As time went on, his natural charm seemed to diminish, as if a spell was wearing off. Mistress didn't exactly appreciate the tone Raynauld took with her, but it would have to do for now. She gave a small pout of her bottom lip and looked away, as if she was now realizing how Raynauld was treating her. It wasn't before long where her senses came back, as Mistress jumped back. The Knup charged for Raynauld, but immediately she infused her dragon's breath with fire in preparation. She wasn't exactly going to go in now with their breath, but instead she sent them in to claw at it's flesh with their talons.

"Now this is fun!"

Mistress nimbly charged towards the beast, slashing at it with her razor sharp claws. The hide was tough, but it was nothing that her and her dragons couldn't handle. Trying to keep moving, she kept circling the beast, avoiding any thrashes it may make and aim for multiple areas to try and find a weakspot. So far, nothing, but her slashes weren't exactly accurate at this point. Her dragons did the same, making less frequent attacks but still doing a number on it's health.

"This may take awhile, it's skin is tough."

2/8 raynauld

"Got it, hope you like roasted knup!" she said, listening to Raynauld's command. She ordered her dragons to breathe fire on the Knup's antlers, Mistress still swiping at whatever she can. She aimed her dragon's breath towards the head, hoping the fire would make it's horns more brittle. If not, she had another plan but it would take a second for it to work, as it requires the antlers to definitely retain some of the heat from the fire breath. She tried swiping closer to the neck and head, but she got a little too close: the knup had trashed about due to the fire singeing it's head, and in turn hit Mistress away from the knup. She gasped for just a moment before the impact knocked the air out of her, and she was flung towards the knup's right. She ended up tumbling down, with a few scratches along the way. It was a pretty sizable hit but it wasn't something too major to worry about.

She was gasping for air, and couldn't respond to anything Ray would say, if anything. But, her inner zeal awoke, with a fury she hadn't had before. While nothing about her changed stat wise, her inner fire was blazing. So, this is what it meant to fight and risk your life? She stood up after twenty seconds, with a new found passion to kill this knup-plehead.
3/8 raynauld

Mistress slowly rose from the ground, her expression much more mature than she's ever had before. Her dragons were still going at it, breathing fire on the the Knup, heating it, specifically it's antlers, for quite some time. She stood yet didn't move, trying to evaluate her options. She saw Raynauld fending it off, so she didn't want to calculate for too long. She got nothing besides her original plan. She wasn't much of a strategist, but she knew she wanted to kill this damned beast. She quickly sprinted forward, trying to go and slash it with fury. She ripped at it's neck, trying to tear chunks of it off. If her original plan was going to work, it was going to have to happen fast.

"Now, dragons, switch to frost breath!

She immediately switch her dragon's breath to ice, now breathing a magical cold breath all over it's head. Hopefully the quick change of temperature would make it's horns more susceptible to breaking, just as hot glass would do when put in a freezer. While Mistress couldn't possibly do this with ehr gauntlets, she was hoping Raynauld would follow up on it.

"Attack the antlers, they should be easier to break!"

There was a lot of hope that this would work. But, who knows if the laws of physics in the real world worked here. Besides, Tara also failed physics. She only got an A cause of... well nevermind.

4/8 raynauld