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 Entirely possible. Even though one of H'vier's eyes looks like it's starting to swell shut on top of the bruises of the nose that was broken just the other day. The Istan certainly ''looks'' like he'd like to be saying a lot of things. But none of are probably very nice. Also his jaw probably hurts. Reisoth must not be hurt enough for him to feel the need to tell the healers anything about him.
 He rubs his arm where the other man let him go, sending a darkening look in the direction of the other bronzerider. It looks like he could indeed be thinking about re-initiating the altercation. But Z'ian isn't so distracted by H'vier that he doesn't notice the way Leova ducks behind his dragon. "Leova, what?" He goes to follow her and then stops, taking a tight breath and putting his hand onto his ribs. Damn Istans and their damn jolly green giant physiques they land a hard punch.
 Know better when it's ''clean''. They tromp in the corrals, get ichor and blood and muck over their ''talons'', and then you lot go and beat each other up... what?" He's stopped. The dragonhealer half-turns. And H'vier's man lets ''him'' loose. Because it's all fine now, right? Everyone's friends.
 In the few moments following his release, H'vier seems to be ''seriously'' considering charging Z'ian again. Maybe he hurts enough to help his judgment. "Your fucking dragon ought to have his sails stripped. They'd better serve a sharding fishing boat." His dragon, on the other hand, is the victim of a horrible crime against opportunity.
 Z'ian was doing just an excellent job of forgetting that H'vier existed. He was almost ready to just trot along behind Leova and see what was wrong with his dragon, start putting this whole miserable event behind him. Instead he hears the other man's voice and he turns around slowly, narrowing his eyes at him. Now who looks murderous? Then it's swift and deliberate steps up to him. Yeah, he doesn't have a witty retort. He just has enough energy to launch himself at the other rider, unconcerned about where the muscled men are and with an apparent disregard to the damage his wingmate can inflict on him.
 One of the muscled men's moving, but it's in something like slow motion, and a couple of the others aren't even pretending to do anything other than place bets: sure, the queen's caught, it's unprofessional to not do their jobs and it's not as though this gig doesn't have ''benefits'', but still. Still. For whatever reason, they just aren't getting in the way. Meanwhile, Leova's muttering to herself, and not just because of the wing she's getting a better look at.
 Dragon> Abruptly, Vrianth: << Hold still, would you? Tsanth. >> Stay ''put''. Little shreds of white reflect the light behind her presence, and vanish rather than melt. (Vrianth to Tsanth)

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