[As Forrest called, she was disappeared into light. In an instant, long red ribbons wrapped around Forrest's hair, though they were not as tied as securely as usual - though the physical body was gone, Psyche's mind still winced under the memory of pain.

[However, she grit down and focused. The dragon was still there, thrashing and biting, and its eyes locked on Forrest. Its eyes were downright hateful as it flapped its one good wing and reared back its head, black fire forming around its mouth as it prepared to fire at them again. The ribbons would stir and lengthen in response]

Quick! We might be able to stop it before it gets off the shot]