"I don't know," Tristam shrugged, thinking about it, "But you'd be surprised... But I think you're explanation does sound more logical." On that note, he cast a glance at this Friend, who was too busy with Astra to even notice his gaze.
"Yeah, a bruise that looks more like a fracture," Tristam said, eyeing the injury. "See what I mean?" he added when she tried pulling her arm away. "It should be fine though. If it is, it's minor being that it can heal on its own inside your body. Besides, it's not broken."
Standing up as he said the last part, Tristam held out his hand to help the fae up, his face neutral. Thought, when he remembered Astra and Zophoros were still trying to see who was better, he dropped his hand and decided to sit down. He still couldn't get over the fact that Kallista had helped him when she had the perfect chance to hurt him. And he was intent on knowing why.
"Hey.. um... Can I ask you something?" he began, keeping his head down and avoiding eye contact. "Why did you.. why did you help? We've been at each other's throats for I don't know how long, and.. I've done so many bad things to you. Not that you didn't deserve it, but... do you know what I saying?"
Chuckling through his teeth himself, Zophoros said, "Really? It seems to me like you are."
But, the male was more vulnerable than he thought, and didn't give Astra the repeat she deserved, thinking himself better in fighting.
It came as no surprise that the crimson beast loosened his grip on his prize when the sly Dragoness touched his muzzle, and when she locked her powerful, hypnotizing amber eyes to his ruby, he lost it.
"Now wait just a-..." he began in protest, knowing what she was up to, only to get cut off as the very same creature used her wings and hind legs to take him off.
Now in the air, Zophoros quickly recovered himself and rid himself of her entrancing power, shaking his head as he used his own wings to catch himself, landing back on the ground as fast as he was in the air.
It was just then he saw the Silver blur taking his feet from under him, seeing nothing but the flashing of scales as they blinded him momentarily. The next thing Zoph knew, he was staring up at Astra, against whom he was sure to win.
"W-... wait a moment!" he protest in shock, wriggling slightly to see if he could break loose. Her claws, which were slightly under his scales, managed to keep him, however, with the slight pricks against the underlying skin warning him to stop. Another dragon's claws were one of the few things that could withstand the shredding power of scales, and even fewer, was also able to get in between.
"But... but... that's not fair!" he whimpered as if he was a youngster in a fight with another. "You cheated! You can't do that in a fight! And you know what you did!"
Attempting another squirm, Zophoros tried twisting to the side, hoping to get sideways and have Astra slip off, but the positioning of the Dragoness' daggers prohibited him from doing such.
There was nothing he could do. If he tried pushing her off as she did, she could drive her weapons into his chest and effectively finish him. If he tried attacking, she still do the same. And she was right, she did have the agility, so trying to bite her would be futile, as she could quickly evade, then go back to where she was.
There was still one more thing that was available; something that even Astra would be defenseless to.
As this range and position, she was done for. He could make mass flows of flame, that could cover a football field in seconds, or he could make liquid streams of fire, that were more precise than lasers.
But this want the place, nor was this a life or dead situation. Besides, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to it, for Astra's eyes were on him, and he couldn't help but feel weak under their gaze.
Sighing, the once proud male knew he was beat, it was like losing a game of highly competitive, not to mention intense, game of chess to the person who you knew you wouldn't be able to beat even if you had the winning move. It was just the way things were.
So, swallowing his pride and closing his eyes, Zophoros brought his head up, exposing his neck, the usual sign that shows the loser knows he lost, and pleads for mercy. It then gives the winner the choice to kill the loser, or let him go, but it shows the winner the loser wishes mercy instead of death.
"I suppose this once," Zophoros muttered, his pride hurting with every passing second, begging him to finish battle. "Could we finish this? Am I to die?" He knew the answer, but wanted some pity.. and maybe catch the Dragoness off guard when she saw how helped he was. He wouldn't do such if the match ended, it would be ungentlemanly and uncalled for. But if she only hesitated...
Working on it...
To the Stars